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Again may prosp'rous Fortune pour
Fresh blessings from her golden store,
Some kindred spirit bid arise
Thy yet unwaken'd sympathies,
Till Poland's dreary deserts prove
A paradise illum'd by love!
Fresh blessings from her golden store,
Some kindred spirit bid arise
Thy yet unwaken'd sympathies,
Till Poland's dreary deserts prove
A paradise illum'd by love!
But where is she, the only fair
Whose charms with Zosia's could compare,
The sweet Eliza? polish'd grace
Deck'd her fair form and lovely face;
Whilst the pure influence of her soul
Shed soften'd radiance o'er the whole:
Breath'd in her voice, when Handel's strain
Seraphic, thrill'd through every vein,
Gave added force to Boileau's sense,
Or glow'd in Milton's eloquence.
Her's was high honor; spotless truth!
Her's the gay laughing charms of youth!—
Whose charms with Zosia's could compare,
The sweet Eliza? polish'd grace
Deck'd her fair form and lovely face;
Whilst the pure influence of her soul
Shed soften'd radiance o'er the whole:
Breath'd in her voice, when Handel's strain
Seraphic, thrill'd through every vein,
Gave added force to Boileau's sense,
Or glow'd in Milton's eloquence.
Her's was high honor; spotless truth!
Her's the gay laughing charms of youth!—
