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HOW fair, how sweet the blushing rose!
By many a soft descending shower
The beauteous plant is gently fed, And many a kind aerial power
Sheds fragrance o'er its tender head.
So fair, so sweet, the youthful maid,
While love sits trembling in her eye.
That blushing cheek, love-darting eye,
For thee are all those charms display'd.
Then, lover, seize the present hour
That views them yet in all their prime, Ere winter nip the blooming flow'r,
And youth and beauty yield to time.
SLOW waves the willow o'er the stone
To shed at ease the filial tear.
Slow waves the willow o'er the stone;
These scenes affection oft shall view,
THE SAILOR'S DEPARTURE.
[Tune-"The topsails shiver in the wind."-]
THE rising gale forbids my stay-
For I must tempt the salt sea-spray,
Or 'mid the battle be laid low,
Or feel the captive's weight of woe.
But though the storm may rouse the main,
Sweet memory, rising to my aid,
Those charms that did my heart beguile,
Full often when the morning sun
Steals silently away;
The wand'ring gales that sweep the sea Shall bear the fervent sigh to thee.
But why, thy beauties all to show,
And wakens from their transient rest
For though no dangers I may fear
Yet coward love still bids the tear
Flow for thy absent charms; Which while I leave to cross the main Perhaps I ne'er shall see again.
Then, lest too high my fond heart swell, I'll strive to think no more
Farewel, my sweetest girl, farewel!
Farewel each thought I hold most dear! Farewel to hope! Farewel to fear.