A Song. To The Moon.
Thou, lamp! the gods benignly gave, To light a lover on his way; Thou, Moon! along the silv'ry wave, Ah! safe this flutt'ring heart convey: - Sweet is thy light, and sweet thy shade, The guide and guardian of our bliss, A lover's panting lips to lead, Or veil him in the ravish'd kiss. Her white robe floats upon the air; My Lyra hears the dashing oar: Ye floods, oh! speed me to my fair! My soul is with her long before. Oh! lightly haste, thy lover view, And ev'ry anxious fear resign; Ye tow'rs, no longer fear'd, adieu! The treasure which ye held is mine!
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"Thou, lamp! the gods benignly gave,..."
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