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SONG.
SONG.
FROM THE FRENCH.
I.
"AH! say," the fair Louisa cried,
"Say where the abode of Love is found?"
Pervading Nature, I replied,
His influence spreads the world around.
When Morning's arrowy beams arise,
He sparkles in the enlivening ray,
And blushes in the glowing skies
When rosy Evening fades away.
II.
The Summer winds that gently blow,
The flocks that bleat along the glades,
The nightingale, that soft and low,
With music fills the listening shades:
