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IV.

Susannah mourns, nor can I bear
To see the crystal show'r,

Or mark the tender falling tear

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At sad departure's hour;

V.

Not unregarding can I see
Her soul with grief opprest:
But let no sighs, no groans for me,

Steal from her pensive breast.

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VI.

In vain the feather'd warblers sing,
In vain the garden blooms,
And on the bosom of the spring
Breathes out her sweet perfumes,

VII.

While for Britannia's distant shore

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We sweep the liquid plain,
And with astonish'd eyes explore
The wide-extended main.

VIII. Lo!