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Rh For hearts o'ercome with love and grief All nature yields but one relief; Die, haples, die.

HEN firt upon your tender cheek I aw the morn of beauty break With mild and cheering beam, I bow'd before your infant hrine, The earliet ighs you had were mine, And you my darling theme.

I aw you in that opening morn For beauty's boundles empire born, And