How sweet, how fair this likeness Is,
So sweet as never eye beheld!
Its heavenly image fills my breast,
My heart, with new emotion pressed,
Some quality I ne'er could name
Yet here it burns with steady flame.
Should this emotion love be called?
Ah yes, it is to love I yield!
Ah, could I not but find her here!
Ah, if to me she were but near,
I should, I should be-warm and pire-
What should I do?-
I should embrace her tenderly
Close to my heart in ecstasy,
And then forever she'd be mine.
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