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The murmurs of the silver surf
All echo Love's enchanting notes,
From Violets lurking in the turf,
His balmy breath thro' æther floats.
III.
From perfumed flowers and dewy leaves
Delicious scents he bids exhale,
He smiles amid Autumnal sheaves,
And clothes with green the grassy vale;
But when that throne the God assumes
Where his most powerful influence lies,
'Tis on Louisa's cheek he blooms,
And lightens from her radiant eyes!
