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the welkin’s side Floats my airy guide, With unrivall’d skill And intonations sweet, Indicating still Whither Essyllt’s feet Through the forest glade From my sight have stray’d, And with comic lay Calls on her to stay! But for grief I could have smiled At that warbler’s frolics wild; And when I wept and felt despair, And fear’d I ne’er should find the fair, He carroll’d forth a noble strain, With silvery voice to soothe my pain;