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2 Orpheus Caledonius.
To Age it would give Youth,
To prefs 'em with his Hand.
Thro' all my Spirits ran
An Extafy of Biifs,
When I fuch Sweetnefs fand
Wrapt in a balmy Kifs.
Without the help of Art,
Like Flowers which grace the Wild,
She did her Sweets impart,
When e'er fliefpoke or fmilM.
Her Looks they were fo mild,
Free from afFeded Pride,
She me to Love beguil'd,
I wifli^d her for my Bride.
O had I all that Wealth
Hoptoun^% high Mountains fill,
Infur'd long Life and Health,
And Pleafures at my will ;
IM promife and fulfill,
That none but bonny fhe,
TheLafsof!P^^/ys Mill,
Shou'd fhare the fame wi* me.
IL

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