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Fair Eliza.
Turn again thou fair Eliza,
Ae kind blink before we part:
Look on thy despairing lover;
Canst thou break his faithful heart?
Turn again thou fair Eliza;
If to love thy heart denies,
Far pity, hide the cruel sentence
Under friendship's kind disguise.
Thee, dear maid, ⟨have⟩ I offended?
The offence is loving thee:
Canst thou wreck his peace for ever
Wha for thine would gladly die?
While the life beats in my bosom.
Thou shalt mix in ilka throb:
Turn again, thou lovely maiden,
Ae sweet smile on me bestow.
Not the bee upon the blossom,
In the pride o’ sunny noon;
Not the little sporting fairy,
All beneath the summer moon;
Not the poet, in the moment
Fancy lightens on his ee,
Kens the pleasure, feels the rapture,
That thy presence gi'es to me.
