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times my love -ly maid, In lit re --treats for
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Beneath the cooling shade we lay,
Gazing and chastely sporting ;
We kiss'd and promised time away,
Till night spread her black curtain.
I pitied all beneath the skies,
Ev'n kings, when she was nigh me j
In raptures I beheld her eyes,
Which could but ill deny me.
Should I be call'd where cannons roar,
Where mortal steel may wound me,
Or cast upon some foreign shore,
Where dangers may surround me ;
Yet hopes again to see my love,
To feast on glowing kisses,
Shall make my care at distance move,
In prospect of such blisses.

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