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For she “ Persuasion’s ” power would prove, 
And plead, like thee, the claims of Love; 
Like thine, her gentle tones impart 
A soft’ning influence to the heart; 
For, even now, though loath to stay, 
Thy voice prevails, and I delay!’ 
AUTUMN. 
‘ Then, lovely Summer! do but now 
Consent to be young Autumn’s bride, 
And he will banish from thy brow, 
Its sadness with delight and pride; 
A little while I ’ll linger yet, 
Old Winter’s triumph to prevent, 
And rob the earth without regret, 
Of all thy beauties — still intent 
Upon thy happiness, I ’ll spread 
A charm invisible around, 
O’er every floweret’s drooping head, 
And every spot which thou hast crowned,— 
That when thou com’st again they’ll be 
Prepared my blooming bride to see.’ 
