Song III
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I. "AH! say," the fair Louisa cried,"Say where the abode of Love is found?"Pervading nature,
I replied,
His influence spreads the world around.
When Morning's arrowy beams arise,
He sparkles in the enlivening ray,
And blushes in the glowing
When rosy evening fades away.
II.
The summer winds that gently blow,
The flocks that bleat along the glades,
The nightingale, that soft and low,
With music fills the listening shades:
The murmurs of the silver
All echo Love's enchanting notes,
From violets lurking in the turf,
His balmy breath through ether floats.
II.
From perfumed flowers and dewy
Delicious scents he bids exhale,
He smiles amid autumnal sheaves,
And clothes with green the grassy vale;
But when that throne the god
Where his most powerful influence lies,'Tis on Louisa's cheek he blooms,
And lightens from her radiant eyes!
Charlotte Smith
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