Song

Yes, I could love, could softly yield To passion all my willing breast, And fondly listen to the voice That oft invites me to be blest; That still, when Fancy, lost in bliss, Stands gazing on the form divine, So sweetly whispers to my soul, O make the heavenly Julia thine! But hush, thou fascinating voice! Hence visionary extacy! Yes, I could love, but ah! I fear She would not deign to smile on me.