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Enchanting vales, that seem to rise
Fair as an earthly paradise?
Strains, such as charm the raptur'd ears
Of seraphs hov'ring o'er the spheres?
Such fragrance, as entranc'd the world
When Heaven's immortal gates unfurl'd?
Soft murm'ring breezes, that might calm
Despair's wild rage, with holy balm?
Deem'd all these angel-joys your own,
Then wak'd in darkness, and alone?
Felt a keen pang of sudden pain,
And turn'd, and tried to dream again?

So felt I, when gay fancy's theme
Had vanish'd, like an airy dream;
And still I cling, in reason's spite,
To hope's sweet tales and visions bright
She whispers, that the joy may come
Again with m lov'd sire to roam,