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XXXVIII. TO MISS STEPHE_NS. OM, sing to me for ever ! Might that be, I fondly deem ! ne'er should feel That sad recurrence of unvaried pain, Which words impart not, and no eye cansee. How much, Enchantress, do I owe to thee ! While thy sweet voice thus weaves the tuneful chain, It untwines that, which fetters heart and brain, ?nd sets the captives of. the bosom free. Could I repay thee with a verse, az sweet As thine own melody, the. debt.were less. Not with such hope my feelings I express, But that, while plausive crowdsthy praise repeat, This may perchance more genuine joy impart, To know that thou hast soothed one lonely heart. ......... ?Google