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THE SHEPHERD ADONIS.
TTHE fhepherd Adonis
Being weary
!
d with fport,
He, for a retirement.
To the wood did refort;
He threw by his crook.
And he laid himfelf down.
He envy’d no monarch.
Nor wifh’d for a crown.
He drank o’ the burn,
And he ate frae the tree,
Himfelf he enjoy’d.
And frae trouble was f ree;
He wifh’d for no nymph,
Tho’ never fae fair.
He had nae ambition,
And therefore nae care.
But as he lay thus,
In an ev’ning fae clear,
A heav’nly fweet voice
Sounded faft in his ear ;
Which came frae a fhady
Green neighbouring grove.
Where bonny Amynta
Sat finging of love.
He wander’d that way,
And found who was there ;
He was quite confounded
To fee her fae fair;
He flood like a flatue,
Not a foot cou’d he move,
Nor knew he what griev’d him—
But he fear’d it was love.
The nymph fhe beheld him
With a kind modefl grace,
Seeing fomething that pleas’d her
Beam forth in his face;
And, blufhing a little,
She to him did fay,
0 fhepherd! what want ye,
.How came ye this way P
His fpirits reviving,
The fwain to her faid,
1 was ne’er fae furpris’d
At the fight of a maid ;
Until I beheld thee,
from love I was free.
But now I’m ta’cn captive,
My fairefl, by thee.

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