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WHEN LOVE DISTURBS HIM, HE CALMS HIMSELF BY THINKING OF THE EYES AND / WORDS OF LAURA.
Alas! how ceaselessly is urged Love's claim, / By day, by night, a thousand times I turn / Where best I may behold the dear lights burn / Which have immortalized my bosom's flame.
Thus grow I calm, and to such state am brought, / At noon, at break of day, at vesper-bell, / I find them in my mind so tranquil dwell, / I neither think nor care beside for aught.
The balmy air, which, from her angel mien, / Moves ever with her winning words and wise, / Makes wheresoe'er she breathes a sweet serene / As 'twere a gentle spirit from the skies, / Still in these scenes some comfort brings to me, / Nor elsewhere breathes my harass'd heart so free.
MACGREGOR.