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Rh 2.

There is a Form on which these eyes

Have fondly gazed with such delight—

By day, that Form their joy supplies,

And Dreams restore it, through the night.

3.

There is a Voice whose tones inspire

Such softened feelings in my breast,

I would not hear a Seraph Choir,

Unless that voice could join the rest.

4.

There is a Face whose Blushes tell

Affection's tale upon the cheek,

But pallid at our fond farewell,

Proclaims more love than words can speak.