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Susannah mourns, nor can I bear To see the crystal show'r, Or mark the tender falling tear At sad departure's hour;

Not unregarding can I see Her soul with grief opprest: But let no sighs, no groans for me, Steal from her pensive breast.

In vain the feather'd warblers sing, In vain the garden blooms, And on the bosom of the spring Breathes out her sweet perfumes,

While for Britannia's distant shore We sweep the liquid plain, And with astonish'd eyes explore The wide-extended main.

VIII. Lo!