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Bland Hope and Fancj, ye were there, 

 To inspirate my trance. 



Twin sisters, faintly now ye deign 

 Your magic sweets on me to shed, 

 In vain your powers are now essayed 

 To chase superior pain. 



And art thou fled, thou welcome orb 



^ro swiftly pleasure flies ; 

 So to manliind, in darkness lost, 



The beam of ardour dies. 

 Wan moon, thy nightly task is done, 

 And now encurtained in the main, 



Thou sinkest into rest ; 

 But I, in vain, on thorny bed. 

 Shall woo the god of soft repose — 



* * * * 



TO LOVE. 



Why should I blush to own I love ? 

 'Tis Love that rules the realms above. 

 "Why should I blush to say to all, 

 That Virtue holds my heart in thrall ? 



Why should I seek the thickest shade. 

 Lest Love's dear secret be betrayed ? 

 Why the stern brow deceitful move, 

 When I am languishing with love ? 



III. 

 Is it weakness thus to dwell 

 On passion that 1 dare not tell ? 

 Such weakness I would ever prove : 

 'Tis painful, though 'tis sweet, to love. 



