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till flie fliall return ! till flie (hall
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return !
Ah! ceafe, cruel echo, to mock at my pain,
By refounding fair Phillida's name back again ;
Her name, thou canft witnefs, I've fung o'er and o'er,
But, alas ! 'tis her abfence that now I deplore ! /
For Phillida's gone, &c.
How oft, gentle gales, have ye harmony brought,
As it pour'd in foft numbers from Philomel's throat I
Yet herfong was then ufelefs to foothe me to reft,
Whilft my head lay fo eafy on Phillida's breaft !
But Phillida's gone, &c.
What comfort, alas! can for Damon remain !
Can he longer delight in the fports of the plain ?
Ah ! no : his pipe broken, and ftray'd all his fheep,
Poor Damon has nothing to do but to weep !
For Phillida's gone, &c.
Farevvel, my fad ftrain ! 'tis in vain that I fing !
No fighs back again can my fhepherdefs bring !
Nor ere mail poor Damon's unfortunate head
Be pillow'd in peace — till he fleeps with the dead \
For Phillida's gone, &c.
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