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
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