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Fairest! Put on a While

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 Fairest! put on a while 
These pinions of light I bring thee, 
And o'er thy own green isle 
In fancy let me wing thee.
Never did Ariel's plume, At golden sunset, hover O'er scenes so full of bloom As I shall waft thee over.
Fields, where the Spring delays And fearlessly meets the ardour Of the warm Summer's gaze, With only her tears to guard her; Rocks, through myrtle boughs In grace majestic frowning, Like some bold warrior's brows That Love hath just been crowning.
Islets, so freshly fair, That never hath bird come nigh them, But, from his course through air, He hath been won down by them; -- Types, sweet maid, of thee, Whose look, whose blush inviting, Never did Love yet see From heaven, without alighting.
Lakes, where the pearl lies hid, And caves, where the gem is sleeping, Bright as the tears thy lid Lets fall in lonely weepin.
Glens, where Ocean comes, To 'scape the wild wind's rancour; And harbours, worthiest homes Where Freedom's fleet can anchor.
Then, if, while scenes so grand, So beautiful, shine before thee, Pride for thy own dear land Should haply be stealing o'er thee, Oh, let grief come first, O'er pride itself victorious -- Thinking how man hath curst What Heaven hath made so glorious.

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