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on a tear Oh that the Chemist's magic art Could chrystalize the sacred treasure Long should it glitter near my heart A Secret source of [[underline]] pensive [[/underline]] pleasure The little brilliant ere it fell Its lustre caught from Cloe's Eye Then trembling left its coral Cell The Spring of [[underline]] sensibility. [[/underline]] Sweet drop of pure & pearly light In thee the rays of virtue shine More calmly clear, more mildly bright Than any Gem [[underline]] that gilds [[/underline]] the mine. Benign restorer of the Soul Who ever fly'st to bring releif When first she feels the rude controul Of Love or pity, [[underline]] Joy [[/underline]] or greif. -- The Sages & the [[underline]] Poets [[/underline]] theme, In every clime, in every age,
