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That while I pour the unavailing tear And mourn that Hope, to me, in youth is lost! Thy light can visionary thoughts impart And lead [[underline]] the Muse to soothe an [[/underline]] aching heart. 1 Hark to that plaintive voice which thrills ^ ears And wakes my tim'rous soul to midnight fears that vents its wailing thro' the slumb'ring Air In sounds of horror, & acute despair. 2 Yes mourner sad to thee I fly for rest To woo sweet melancholy to my breast For in thy sorrow sounding voice I find A precious [[underline]] balm that sooth's [[/underline]] my frantic mind [[foreign: French]] Il n'y a point d'homme pour celle qui aime; son Amant est plus, tous les autres [[underline]] sont moins. --- [[/underline]] [[/foreign]]
