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27221	Beattie, James	The Minstrel; or the Progress of Genius with some other poems			.txt	text/plain	19051	1780	91	No; let thy heaven-taught soul to heaven aspire, These charms shall work thy soul's eternal health, Deep thought oft seemed to fix his infant eye. 'Tis fled afar, ere half thy purposed race be run. But why should foresight thy fond heart alarm? Let love attune thy line. Or shall frail man Heaven's dread decree gainsay, New strains, ere long, shall animate thy frame: On trembling wings let youthful fancy soar, 'There let the shepherd's pipe, the live-long day, For man he seemed to love, and heaven to fear; 'His eye still smiling, and his heart content. Thy placid eyes with smiles no longer glow, I see, I see thy lovely form arise. Come, for thou oft thy suppliant's vow hast heard, These eyes, O B***, shall hail thy opening glades, These ears shall catch the music of thy shades; Why, Lady, wilt thou bind thy lovely brow,	./cache/27221.txt	./txt/27221.txt