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Gentle Stream, whose wild meandersCheer the birds and feed the flowers,While by thee Amelia wanders,Wilt thou soothe her pensive hours?If the world were at my bidding,Music should her steps attend,And where’er her feet were treading,Flowers should bloom, and sweets ascend.
Gentle Stream, whose wild meandersCheer the birds and feed the flowers,While by thee Amelia wanders,Wilt thou soothe her pensive hours?If the world were at my bidding,Music should her steps attend,And where’er her feet were treading,Flowers should bloom, and sweets ascend.
Gentle Stream, whose wild meandersCheer the birds and feed the flowers,While by thee Amelia wanders,Wilt thou soothe her pensive hours?
Gentle Stream, whose wild meanders
Cheer the birds and feed the flowers,
While by thee Amelia wanders,
Wilt thou soothe her pensive hours?
If the world were at my bidding,Music should her steps attend,And where’er her feet were treading,Flowers should bloom, and sweets ascend.
If the world were at my bidding,
Music should her steps attend,
And where’er her feet were treading,
Flowers should bloom, and sweets ascend.