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the chars of lovely davies

tune—“iss uir”

o how shall i, unskilfu&039;, try

the poet&039;s oupation?

the tunefu&039; powers, happy hours,

that whisper spiration;

even they aun dare an effort air

than aught they ever gave ,

ere they rehearse, eal verse,

the chars o&039; lovely davies

each eye it cheers when she appears,

like phoeb the orng,

when past the shower, and every flower

the garden is adorng:

as the wretch looks o&039;er siberia&039;s shore,

when ter-bound the wave is;

sae droops our heart, when we aun part

frae charg, lovely davies

her sile&039;s a gift frae &039;boon the lift,

that aks air than prces;

a sceptred hand, a kg&039;s and,

is her dartg gnces;

the an ars &039;gast feale chars

even he her willg sve is,

he hugs his cha, and owns the reign

of nerg, lovely davies

y e, to drea of such a the,

her feeble powers surrender:

the eagle&039;s gaze alone surveys

the sun&039;s ridian splendour

i wad va essay the stra,

the deed too darg brave is;

i&039;ll drap the lyre, and ute adire

the chars o&039; lovely davies