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KINFENA AND SIRA.
A POEM.
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.each me the harp of joy ! Melodious mufiC
floats over my foul. It awakens the foft feelings
of delightful fancy , it recalls to my mind the
pleafmg times of my youth. I fhall fmg the
loves of Kinfena and Sira — Liften my friends
to my fong j it has the power of foothing woe,
Kinfena.
Sira, thou lovely maid, I fee thy fteps on
Mora. *) The flowery heath icarce bends undej?
thy feet. Thy long yellow locks float on the
wind. The taper bow is graceful in thy white
hand. Thy heaving bofom fwells and pants
from the chafe. Ah why purfuefl thou the (lag
of the defertj why alone the roe of Mora?
Thy once lov'd Kinfena is now forgotten. No
more he attends thee at the cliafe : Alas wafting
grief now devours the manly ftrength of his
form. He fuffers, unheeded by thee.
For
*) a Mountain in U-'iter.