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Far off the keen terrors of winter retire,
And the North’s dancing streamers relinquish the fire;
The sun’s genial beams swell the bud on the tree,
And Enna chants forth her wild warblings with glee.
The rein-deer unharness’d in freedom shall play,
And safely o’er Odon’s steep precipice stray;
The wolf to the forest’s recesses shall fly,
And howl to the moon as she glides through the sky.
Then haste, my fair Luah, Oh ! haste to the grove,
And pass the sweet season in rapture and love;
In youth let our bosoms in extacy glow,
For the winter of life ne’er a transport can know.
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