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SONGS OE THE AFEECTIONS. 61
How happy, lie cried, my moments once flew,
Ere Chloe's bright charms first flash'd in my view !
Those eyes then wi' pleasure the dawn could survey,
Kor smiled the fair morning mair cheerful than they.
Now scenes of distress please only my sight ;
I'm tortured in pleasure, and languish in light.
Through changes in vain relief I pursue,
All, all but conspire my griefs to renew ;
From sunshine to zephyrs and shades we repair —
To sunshine we fly from too piercing an air ;
But love's ardent fire burns always the same,
No winter can cool it, no summer inflame.
But see the pale moon, all clouded, retires ;
The breezes grow cool, not Strephon's desires ;
I fly from the dangers of tempest and wind,
Yet nourish the madness that preys on my mind.
Ah, wretch ! how can life be worthy thy care ?
To lengthen its moments but lengthens despair.
MY SHEEP I NEGLECTED.
SiK Gilbert Elliot of Minto, born 1722, died 1777, first Earl of Minto.
Printed in Yair's " Cliarmer," 1749, and in Herd's Collection.
Air — " My apron, dearie."
My sheep I neglected — I lost my sheep-hook,
And all the gay haunts of my youth I forsook ;
No more for Amynta fresh garlands I wove ;
For ambition, I said, would soon cure me of love.
Oh, what had my youth with ambition to do ?
Why left I Amynta ? why broke I my vow ?
Oh, give me my sheep, and my sheep-hook restore,
And I'll wander from love and Amynta no more.
Through regions remote in vain do I rove,
And bid the wide ocean secure me from love :
Oh, fool, to imagine that aught could subdue
A love so well founded, a passion so true !
Oh, what, &c.

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