O'ER field and plain, in childhood's
Thou sprang'st with me, on many
a spring-morn fair.
"For such a daughter, with
what pleasing care,
Would I, as father, happy dwellings raise!"
And when thou on the world didst
cast thy gaze,
Thy joy was then in household toils
"Why did I trust her, why
she trust me e'er?
For such a sister, how I Heaven should praise!"
Nothing can now the beauteous growth
Love's glowing flame within my
breast is fann'd.
Shall I embrace her form,
my grief to end?
Thee as a queen must I, alas, regard:
So high above me placed thou seem'st
Before a passing look I
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