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JOURNEYING TO VISIT LAURA, HE FEELS RENEWED ARDOUR AS HE APPROACHES.
The gale, that o'er yon hills flings softer blue, / And wakes to life each bud that gems the glade, / I know; its breathings such impression made, / Wafting me fame, but wafting sorrow too: / My wearied soul to soothe, I bid adieu / To those dear Tuscan haunts I first survey'd; / And, to dispel the gloom around me spread, / I seek this day my cheering sun to view, / Whose sweet attraction is so strong, so great, / That Love again compels me to its light; / Then he so dazzles me, that vain were flight.