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Supposed to have been written by MARY, Queen of Scots, during her confinement.
Now brightly smiles the cloudless sky,And soft the gales of fragrance sigh ;Summer puts on her golden robe,To bless the gay rejoicing globe ;And laughing buds of ev'ry dye,Revel beneath her lustrous eye.
E'en I too catch her bounteous glance,And feel again Hope's pulses dance ;
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But quickly fades the mantling glow,And leaves me to the gloom of woeFor not my wishes to supplyDoes Summer ope her lustrous eye.
O ! hither haste, thou nectar'd gale,Now flutt'ring through the distant vale !Ah no ! it scorns the prison-gloom;And seeks the Woodland's bursting bloom ;'Tis not for me that breezes sigh,Or Summer opes her lustrous eye.
Still, still the hectic cheek shall burn,And ask in vain for health's return ;Whilst Mem'ry, foe to Mis'ry's child,On life's rich core shall riot wild.
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Long have I bade farewell to Joy,And Summer's full and lustrous eye.
Still o'er this mind surcharg'd with woe,The fever'd gale of Thought shall blow ;'Till death's cold hand shall chill its rage,And cancel Mem'ry's blotted page ;Then o'er the green-turf where I lie,Summer may pour her lustrous eye.
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