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SONGS AND POEMS. 33
MARY.
Woe, to the youth whom Fancy gains.
Winning from Reason's hand the rein?)
Pity and woe ! for such a mind
Is soft, contemplative, and kind.
He lov'd — his soul did nature frame
For love : and Fancy nurs'd the flame;
Vainly he lov'd — for seldom swain
Of such soft mould is lov'd again.
Sir Walter Scott.
Why steals from my bosom the sigh ?
Why fix'd is my gaze on the ground ?
Come, give me my reed, and I'll try
To banisli my cares with the sound.
'Twas taught by my Mary's sweet smile*
In the mirth-loving chorus to join j
Ah, me ! how unwitting the while !
Sweet Mary can never be mine.
Another, more happy, the maid
By fortune is destin'd to bless ;
But though my false hopes have betray'd,
Ah ! why should I love her the less ?
D5

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