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Nature, which favours to the Few,
all art beyond imparts,
To him presented, at his birth,
the key of human hearts.
all art beyond imparts,
To him presented, at his birth,
the key of human hearts.
But not to me by him bequeath'd
his gentle smooth address;
His tender hand to touch the wound
in throbbings of distress:
his gentle smooth address;
His tender hand to touch the wound
in throbbings of distress:
Howe'er, proceed I must, unbless'd
with Esculapian art:
Know, love sometimes, mistaken love!
plays disaffection's part:
with Esculapian art:
Know, love sometimes, mistaken love!
plays disaffection's part:
Nor lands, nor seas, nor suns, nor stars,
can soul from foul divide;
They correspond from distant worlds,
tho' transports are deny'd;
can soul from foul divide;
They correspond from distant worlds,
tho' transports are deny'd;
Are you not, then, unkindly kind?
is not your love severe?
is not your love severe?
O! stop that crystal source of woe;
nor wound him with a tear.
nor wound him with a tear.
As those above from human bliss
receive encrease of joy;
May not a stroke from human woe,
in part, their peace destroy?
receive encrease of joy;
May not a stroke from human woe,
in part, their peace destroy?
He
