Part 2 / Act 4 — LOVE'S FIRST HOPE
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O Fair is Love's first hope to gentle mind! As Eve's first star thro' fleecy cloudlet peeping; And sweeter than the gentle south-west wind, O'er willowy meads, and shadow'd waters creeping, And Ceres' golden fields;—the sultry hind Meets it with brow uplift, and stays his reaping.
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