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YALENTI^TE. 
And mock my boding! dim ilmilitudes 
Weaving in moral strains, I stole one hour 
From anxious self, Life’s cruel taskmaster! 
And the warm wooings of this sunny day 
Tremble along my frame, and harmonize 
The attempered organ, that even saddest thoughts 
Mix with some sweet sensations, like harsh tunes 
Played deftly on a soft-toned instrument. 
Mmimt 
Roufhey- 
O, Valentine, and tell that lovely maid 
” Whom fancy still will image to my sight 
How here I linger in this sullen shade, 
This dreary gloom of dull, unvarying night. 
Say that from every joy of life remote, 
At evening’s closing hour 1 quit the throng, 
Listening in solitude the ring-dove s note, 
Who pours like me her melancholy song. 
Say that her absence calls the sorrowing sigh ; 
Say that of all her charms 1 love to speak— 
In fancy feel the magic of her eye, 
In fancy view the smile illume her cheek ; 
Court the lone hour when Silence rules the grove, 
And heave the sigh of Memory and of Love. 
