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Oft I chaunt my love-lorn strain,
To the stream. let sweet-ly flow
Mur-mur oft a lo - v«!r's pain,
'Twas for her, the maid of Hay,
Time flew o'er me wing'd with joy ;
'Twas for her the cheering smile ay
Beam'd with rapture in my eye.
Not the tempest raving round me,
Lightning's flash, or thunder's roll;
Not the ocean's rage could wound me,
While her image filTd my soul.
Farewell days of purest pleasure,
Long your loss my heart shall mourn I
Farewell hours of bliss, the measure.
Bless that never can return !
Cheerless o'er the wild heath wand'ring;
Cheerless o'er the wave-worn shore;
On the past with sadness pond'ring,
Hope's fair visions charm no more 1
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