O lovely Maid, whose bosom knows no guile!
Enchanting fair, that robs me of my rest!
Fond Fancy traces oft thy heav'nly smile,
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The grief--worn wand'rer, forc'd afar to roam,
Beholds each object with an aching eye;
Cheerless and sad he heaves the rending sigh,
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Since all are wand'rers o'er life's dreary waste,
If, faint and weary, by the path--way side,
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Now solemn Night her sable curtain draws,
Pale Cynthia steals her silv'ry course along;
No noise disturbs the villager's repose,
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Tho' down thy silv'ry current, winding stream,
Proud Commerce ne'er doth bend the swelling sail;
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Accept, O youthful Bard! the humble lays
Of one who'd fain thy modest worth proclaim:
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Again gay Spring the rustic calls to love,
And spreads her flow'ry mantle o'er the grove;
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Friendless, unpitied wand'rer of the night,
The scorn of Pride, who seldom learns to feel,
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Let others praise the splendour of the town
Let others praise the splendour of the town,
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