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AID of my Love! sweet ! In Beauty's light you glide along: Your eye is like the star of eve, And sweet your Voice, as Seraph's song. Yet not your heavenly Beauty gives This heart with passion soft to glow: Within your soul a there lives! It bids you hear the tale of Woe. When sinking low the Suff'rer wan Beholds no hand outstretcht to save, Fair, as the bosom of the Swan That rises graceful o'er the wave, I've seen your breast with pity heave, And therefore love I you, sweet !