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When Love, fond Love, commands the strain, / The coyest muse must sure obey; / Love bids my wounded breast complain, / And whispers the melodious lay: / Yet when such griefs restrain the muse's wing, / How shall she dare to soar, or how attempt to sing?
Oh! could my heart express its woe, / How poor, how wretched should I seem! / But as the plaintive accents flow, / Soft comfort spreads her golden gleam; / And each gay scene, that Nature holds to view, / Bids Laura's absent charms to memory bloom anew.