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Vlicn fpangl’cl
and mufic wakM the day ;
rlien did my Chloe leave her bowV,
to hear my am Vo ns lay#
farm’d by my love Ote vow’d nopow’r^
1 hiou’d lead her heart ahyay.
The warbling quires from ev’ry bough,
furround our couch in ihroo-gs,
?\nd all their tuneful art heftow, f
I to give us change of Som»s.
Scenes of delight my foul
I blels’d, then hugg’d my maid;
[ robb’d the kifTes of her breafl,
^ fweet as a noon-day’s lliade*
Joy tranfporting never fails,-
to fly away as air,
ilA.nothtr fwain with her prevails,
to he as lalle as fair.
'What can my fatal palfion care?
i I’ll never woo again, l-
IA11 her dildain I muft endure, \
adorning her in vain.
H What pity ’tis to hear the hoy,
thus lighing with his pain *
But time and Icorn may give him Joy,
to hear her ligh again.
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