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YOUNG DAMON
AmID a rofy bank of flowers.
Young Damon mourn’d his forlorn fate;
In fighs he fpent his languid hours,
And breath’d his woes in lonely Hate.
Gay joy no more fhall eafe his mind.
No wanton fports can footh his care.
Since fweet Amanda prov’d unkind.
And left him full of black defpair.
His looks, that were as frefh as morn,
Can now no longer fmiles impart;
His penfive foul, on fadnefs borne.
Is rack’d and torn by Cupid’s dart.
Turn, fair Amanda ! cheer your fwain,
Unfhroud him from his veil of woe ;
Range every charm to eafe the pain
That in his tortur’d bread doth grow.

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