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Song: Happy the youth who can but see thy beauty’s...

by Samuel Long . For Four voices , in E major
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Happy the youth who can but see thy beauty’s form, yet happier he
who hangs enamour’d of thy song and drinks the music of thy tongue,
almost a god is he who sips the balmy nectar of thy lips,
but oh! to whom you all resign is all immortal, all divine.

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