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 Then should music, stealing All the soul of feeling, To thy heart appealing, Draw one tear from thee, Then let mem'ry bring thee, Strains I us'd to sing thee, Oh! then remember me.

Peggy, I must love thee. As from a rock, past all relief, the shipwreck Colin spying His native soil, o'ercome with grief, half sunk in waves, and dying: With the next morning sun he spies A ship, which gives unhop'd surprise; New life springs up, he lifts his eyes, with joy, and waits her motion.

So when by her whom long I lov'd, I scorn'd was and deserted, Low with despair my spirits mov'd to be for ever parted; Thus droopt I till diviner grace I found in Peggy's mind and face;