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Kiss from his cheek the tear of melting woe,And fondly lull him on thy neck of snow;If e'er I marked thee haunt the holy plain,Where he, the woecrazed suicide, is lain,Hymning, "oh drop the briny tear with me,"My true love sleeps beside yon willow tree;" (39)Attend indulgent to thy suppliant's prayer,And be his humble muse thy favoured care,Still let thy presence o'er his fate preside,His sweetest solace, and his darling pride.O! call thy minstrels from the rapturous shores,Whence silver streams enamoured ARno pours, (40)Poized on his sapphire car, while Nereids laveHis golden tresses in the sparkling wave,Lists native music, warbled o'er his tideIn the full melody of lyric pride;Bid them seclusion's wonderous powers rehearse,And strike the impetuous chords of lofty verse;