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 O dear Deceit! I see the Maiden rise, Chaste Joyance dancing in her bright blue Eyes, When first the lark high-soaring swells his throat, Mocks the tir'd eye, and scatters the loud note, I trace her footsteps on the accustom'd lawn, I mark her glancing mid the gleams of dawn. When the bent flower beneath the night-dew weeps And on the lake the silver lustre sleeps, Amid the paly radiance soft and sad She meets my lonely path in moon-beams clad. With her along the streamlet's brink I rove; With her I lift the warblings of the grove; And seems in each low wind her voice to float Lone-whispering Pity in each soothing note!

of ! ye heard her name! Obey The powerful spell, and to my haunt repair.