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Sensibility, how charming, / Dearest Nancy, thou canst tell; / But distress, with horrors arming, / Thou alas! hast known too well!
Fairest flower, behold the lily / Blooming in the sunny ray: / Let the blast sweep o'er the valley, / See it prostrate in the clay.
Hear the wood lark charm the forest, / Telling o'er his little joys; / But alas! a prey the surest / To each pirate of the skies.
Dearly bought the hidden treasure / Finer feelings can bestow: / Chords that vibrate sweetest pleasure / Thrill the deepest notes of woe.