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Song 1 Broad in the West the Sun descends I love his parting ray, The robe of purple light he lends To dress the fading day. 2 For then in yon grey mist array'd Soon twilight hastens near; And softly throws the deep'ning shade That hides my frequent tear. 3 From me, capricious beauty take the fruitless boon you gave, Those useless graces, that can make Each youth but one, my Slave. 4 All praise but his I carelessness hear; His words alone impart The charm that ever sooths my ear And melts my partial heart. 5 False youth! tho' fair Louisa's face; Tho' bright her tresses shine Canot then in her light glances trace
