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Jhat Day [he [mild, and made me qlad,
No Maid [eem d ever kinder,
I thouqht my [elf the luckiejt Lad,
So [weetly there to -find her.
I tryJd to (both my am'rous Flame,
I?t words that; I thouqht tender,
If more there pafsd, I m not to blame,
I meant not to offend her.
TJet now,fheJcornfid flies the Tlain,
The Fields we then freeniented,
If e'er we meet, (he [hews Difdain,
She looks as ne'er accpiainted.
The bony Bufh blovmd fair in May,
Its Sweets III ay remember,
But now her Frowns make it decay.
It fades as in December.
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Ve Rural Towers, who hear my Strains^
Why thusjhould Peggy arieve me?
Oh I make her Partner in my Fains,
Then let her Smiles relieve me.
If not, my Love will turn Defpair,
My Fafsion no more tender;
III leave the BuQi abovn Tracjwair,
To lonelv Wilds III wander .