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■ Orpheus Caledonius.
;^ly Brother Douglas may upbraid,
And ftrive with threatning Words to move mej
My Lover's Blood is on thy Spear,
How can ft thou ever bid me love thee ?
Yes, yes, prepare the Bed, the Bed of Love,
With bridal Sheets my Body cover i
Unbar, ye bridal Maids, the Door,
Let in the expeded Husband Lover.
But who the expeded Husband, Husband is \
His Hands, methink, are bath'd in Slaughters
Ah me ! what ghaftly Spedre*s yon,
Comes, in his pale Shroud, bleeding after \
Pale as he is, here lay him, lay him down,
O lay his cold Head on my Pillow \
Take aff, take afF thefe bridal Weeds,
And crown my careful Head with yellow.
Pale tho' thou art, yet beil, yet beft belov'd,
O could my Warmth to Life reftore thee 5
Yet lie all Night between my Breafts 5
No Youth lay ever there before thee.
Pale, pale indeed, O lovely, lovely Youth !
Porgive, forgive fo foul a Slaughter j
And lie all Night between my Breafts,
No Youth fhali ever lie there after.
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