ODE IV.
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Behold the youth, whose trembling heart
Beats high with love's unpitied smart;
Tho' now he strays by rills and bow'rs,
And weeping wears the lonely hours,
Or, if the nymph her audience deign,
Shames the soft story of his pain
With slavish looks, discolor'd eyes,
And accents falt'ring into sighs;
Yet thou, auspicious pow'r, with ease,
Can'st yield him happier arts to please,
Exalt his mien with manlier charms,
Instruct his tongue with nobler arms,
With more commanding passion move,
And teach the dignity of love.
Friend to the Muse and all her train,
For thee I court the Muse again;
And may the votive lay disclose
How much to thy fair aid she owns!
See, when thy touch reveals her mine,
How pure the stores of fancy shine!
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