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to deva.
Thy wave reflects her blue eye's beam,
And glows with youth's transparent roses!
And glows with youth's transparent roses!
Oh may thy dimpled waters long
Such hues of bliss and beauty borrow,
Nor e'er, 'these gifted shades among,
Obtrude the tear-stain'd cheek of sorrow!
Such hues of bliss and beauty borrow,
Nor e'er, 'these gifted shades among,
Obtrude the tear-stain'd cheek of sorrow!
For here, within each gentle breast,
Its genuine treasure, worth has rested;
Here sense resides, a native guest,
And Wit, of Satire's sting divested!
Its genuine treasure, worth has rested;
Here sense resides, a native guest,
And Wit, of Satire's sting divested!
Then, as thy smooth waves glide along,
And in the silvery moon-beam glisten,
Murmur the tributary song,
And woo some partial ear to listen;
And in the silvery moon-beam glisten,
Murmur the tributary song,
And woo some partial ear to listen;
