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Hanson, Martha: To Fancy
Fancy! to thee, I pour a votive strain,
Who kindly cheer'st the lonely midnight hour,
For oft thy airy and fantastic power,
To my sad bosom, soothes the throb of pain.

When balmy sleep, on downy wing, retires
(Like the false friend who far from sorrow flies)
Stealing his poppies from my watchful eyes,
And leaves me, racked with fever's quenchless fires;

Then Fancy! thy soft melody I hear,
Around my couch, in soothing cadence play;
And round me throngs thy train of visions gay,

Attired in every hue, that paints the year.
Ah gentle Goddess! thy mild fire impart,
Its genial warmth revives my grief-chilled heart.

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