To Fancy
Oh! come, fair Fancy, dwell with me,
Thou airy, lovely child of Heaven!
Let all thy brilliant witchery
To soothe and cheat my soul be given.
Come from your dwelling in the skies,
Your ever-varying beauteous home;
Which the mild rainbow canopies,
Round which bright wayward Planets roam.
Oh! take my heart, and bind it still
With thy deluding rapturous spell;
You know each chord that makes it thrill,
And you alone can touch them well.
Come let us rove together now,
Too soon, I fear, we'll have to part,
When sorrow stamps my boyish brow,
And chills the current at my heart.
Oh! come, fair Fancy, dwell with me,
Thou airy, lovely child of Heaven!
Let all thy brilliant witchery
To soothe and cheat my soul be given.
Come from your dwelling in the skies,
Your ever-varying beauteous home;
Which the mild rainbow canopies,
Round which bright wayward Planets roam.
Oh! take my heart, and bind it still
With thy deluding rapturous spell;
You know each chord that makes it thrill,
And you alone can touch them well.
Come let us rove together now,
Too soon, I fear, we'll have to part,
When sorrow stamps my boyish brow,
And chills the current at my heart.
Thou airy, lovely child of Heaven!
Let all thy brilliant witchery
To soothe and cheat my soul be given.
Come from your dwelling in the skies,
Your ever-varying beauteous home;
Which the mild rainbow canopies,
Round which bright wayward Planets roam.
Oh! take my heart, and bind it still
With thy deluding rapturous spell;
You know each chord that makes it thrill,
And you alone can touch them well.
Come let us rove together now,
Too soon, I fear, we'll have to part,
When sorrow stamps my boyish brow,
And chills the current at my heart.
Oh! come, fair Fancy, dwell with me,
Thou airy, lovely child of Heaven!
Let all thy brilliant witchery
To soothe and cheat my soul be given.
Come from your dwelling in the skies,
Your ever-varying beauteous home;
Which the mild rainbow canopies,
Round which bright wayward Planets roam.
Oh! take my heart, and bind it still
With thy deluding rapturous spell;
You know each chord that makes it thrill,
And you alone can touch them well.
Come let us rove together now,
Too soon, I fear, we'll have to part,
When sorrow stamps my boyish brow,
And chills the current at my heart.
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