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Parent of golden dreams, Romance! / Auspicious Queen of childish joys, / Who lead'st along, in airy dance, / Thy votive train of girls and boys; / At length, in spells no longer bound, / I break the fetters of my youth; / No more I tread thy mystic round, / But leave thy realms for those of Truth.
And yet 'tis hard to quit the dreams / Which haunt the unsuspicious soul, / Where every nymph a goddess seems, / Whose eyes through rays immortal roll; / While Fancy holds her boundless reign, / And all assume a varied hue; / When Virgins seem no longer vain, / And even Woman's smiles are true.