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NHG-P.763.018
15 Jul 1763:11 (354)
To the printer.
What smiling seraph courts my ravish'd eyes,
Steals my devotions from their native skies?
'Tis Silvia, beauty's charming Queen I know,
For all the graces consecrate her so.
Lovely she shines with a distinguish'd ray,
And adds new splendors to the rising day.
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When e'er with solemn reverence and dread,
Retir'd from noise, the sacred dome I tread,
In heavenly praise my fellow-mortals join,
Your charms bright seraph makes the worship thine,
Tho' I amaz'd my conscious guilt survey,
And all my [ ] thoughts to fix essay,
Again religiously attempt the song,
Yet hallelujahs languish on my tongue,
Doubtful I need of heav'n a blessing crave
But seek it in the graces nature gave.
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