SHE WAKES, SABINA WAKES.
SEE, see, she wakes, Sabina wakes,
and now the sun begins to rise;
Less glorious is the morn that breaks,
from his bright beams, than her fair eyes.
With light united, day they give;
but different fates ere night fulfil;
How many by his warmth will live!
how many will her coldness kill.
GLASGOW,
Printed by J. & M. Rcbertson, Saltmarket, 1802.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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