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NYJ-N.768.065
7 Apr 1768:41 (1318)
VISIONS OF FANCY. ELEGY I.
Children of fancy, whither are ye fled!
Where have ye borne those hope-enliven'd hours,
That once with myrtle garlands bound my head,
That once bestrew'd my vernal path with flowers?
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Shall, still the same, in sunny mazes play,
And with it's murmurs melodise thy song.
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Come gentle airs! with incense-dropping wing
The breathing sweets of vernal odour shed.
Hark, as the strains of swelling music rise,
How the notes vibrate on the fav'ring gale!
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