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are the thoughts that stir the virgin's breast When love first enters there, a timid guest; Before her dazzled eyes gay visions shine, And laughing Cupids wreaths of roses twine; And conscious beauty hastens to employ Her span of empire and her dream of joy.

Sarah! not thus to thee his power is shown; More stern he greets thee from his awful throne. Thee, called to bid thy cheering converse flow, And shed thy sweetness in the house of woe; The solemn sympathies of grief to share, And, sadly smiling, soothe a sister's care.