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Oh! never will I leave my love,

My captive soul would sigh to stray,

Tho’ seraph-songs its truth to prove,

Call it from earth to heaven to away.

For heaven has deign'd on earth to send

As rich a gift as it can give;

Alas! that mortal bliss must end,

For mortal man must cease to live.

Yet transient would my sorrows be

Should Delia first her breath resign;

Sweet Maid! my soul would follow thee,

For never can it part from thine.