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Sensibility how charming, Dearest Nancy, thou canst tell; But distress with horrors arming, Thou hast also known too well. Fairest flower, behold the lily, Blooming in the sunny ray: Let the blast sweep o'er the valley, See it prostrate on the clay. Hear the woodlark charm the forest, Telling o'er his little joys: Hapless bird! a prey the surest To each pirate of the skies. Dearly bought the hidden treasure, Finer Feelings can bestow: Chords that vibrate sweetest pleasure, Thrill the deepest notes of woe.