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t6l THE EDINBURGH
When as at eve, befide the brook,
Where ftray'd their flocks, they fat and fmil r <|
One lucklefs lamb the current took —
'Twas Rofalie's— fhe ftarted wild.
iS Run, Lubin, run — my fav'rite fave"—
Too fatally the youth obey'd :
He ran, he plung'd into the wave
To give the little wand'rer aid.
But fcarce he guides him to the fhore,
When faint and funk, poor Lubin dies :
Ah Rofalie ! for evermore
In his cold grave thy lover lies.
On that lone bank— oh ! ftill be feen
Faithful to grief, thou haplefs maid !
And with fad wreaths of cyprefs green
For ever foothe thy Lubin's grave,

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