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Ye fleecy clouds! that swiftly glide 
O’er Earth’s oft darkened way, 
Floating along in grace and pride, 
Perhaps your shadows stray, 
E’en now across the starry light, 
That guides my wanderer forth to-night? 
Ye balmy breezes! sweeping by, 
And shedding freshness round, 
Ye, too, may haply as ye fly, 
With health and fragrance crowned, 
Linger a moment, soft and light, 
To sport amid his tresses bright? 
Then Stars, and Clouds, and Breezes bear, 
My heart’s best wish to him; 
And say the feelings glowing there 
Nor time nor change can dim; 
That be success or grief his share, 
My love still brightening shall appear. 
