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(291) Page 269 - Summer
OF CHOICE SONGS, 371
The lark refumes her matthis fweet.
And feeks the yitkling (Ivies '.
The rofy light that glads her iinife^
Dear to her breail muft be ;
But not fo dear, my fhepherd knows^
Ai Damon is to me.
I'll yonder tree two turtles bill,
Whofe fweet akeniate notes,
la pretty fongs of love prolong,
The mUrlic is their throats :.
Dear to the lover's flatt'ring breafl
The fair one's note muft be ;
But not ft> dear, the thoufandth partj^.
As D^mon is to me.
A mourning bird, in plaintive raood^.
Robb'd of her callow young,
In yonder grove obferv'd her neft,
And dill her woes flie fung :
No feather'd warbler of the wood
More forrowful tou'd be, ^
But I fur greater woes muft (hare
Were Damon torn from m-e,
SONG CGCII.,
Summer.
WHRN the tree^ all their beautiful verdure renew>
And the meadows look charmingly gay,
When fmiling creation looks blooming to view,
Replete with the beauties of May. j
When the light hiearted (liepherd chants muficalftrainSj .
As he pipes to his flocks on the hill,
And the lambkins delighted fiiip blyth o'er the plains^,
Qr frilk by the murmuring rill y

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