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I hasten now, with trembling joy, To meet him by the river's side;No fearful doubts my breast annoy, For I shall soon be Gavin's bride.
My parents smile upon us too, And love my Gavin as their child!"Thus youthful Rosa sung, and flew To meet him in the flow'ry wild.
'Twas morning hour, the sunny beams Had scarcely sipp'd the dews away;Bright were the fields, the woods, and streams, And loud the sweet lark's matin lay.
Serenely bloom'd the landscape round, And rapture throbb'd in Rosa's heart,For there no vice had entrance found, But all was pure and void of art.
She tripp'd along the verdant vale, And almost reach'd the destin'd grove,When, lo! upon the whisp'ring gale Breath'd a soft voice—the voice of love.
She stopp'd—for well she knew that voice— "Alas! to whom can Gavin speak?To meet me here was Gavin's choice"— And deeper blushes dy'd her cheek.
