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He to a second life was now restored;
A second life, how different from the past!
The past was saddened with despair, and death,
But this was brightened with propitious love.
And what must then have been the fair one's feelings?
She who before concluded she had caused
Her swain to rush upon untimely death,
Found him to perfect being now restored;
And by the influence of her sympathy,
Life's sweetest pleasures opening to his views
Which she with him was destined to enjoy.
Ye who have been Cupid's warm votaries,
Form in imagination, if you can,
The inward workings of this tender scene.
No—they elude imagination's power;
Fancied they cannot be; much less recited.
These feelings are the great originals,
The incommunicable strokes of nature;
Existing only where she first impressed them;
They lose their life in the cold copyist's hand;
A second life, how different from the past!
The past was saddened with despair, and death,
But this was brightened with propitious love.
And what must then have been the fair one's feelings?
She who before concluded she had caused
Her swain to rush upon untimely death,
Found him to perfect being now restored;
And by the influence of her sympathy,
Life's sweetest pleasures opening to his views
Which she with him was destined to enjoy.
Ye who have been Cupid's warm votaries,
Form in imagination, if you can,
The inward workings of this tender scene.
No—they elude imagination's power;
Fancied they cannot be; much less recited.
These feelings are the great originals,
The incommunicable strokes of nature;
Existing only where she first impressed them;
They lose their life in the cold copyist's hand;
Their
