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How easy was Collo, how blithë and how gay i
Erè he met the fair Chloris, how sprightly his lay!
You can judge of her passion by abfence alone,
I. S. H.
By a Lady of Quality.
Sweet usher of the vocal throng !
And all that hear, admire the song.
Yon' bulfinch, with unvary'd tone,
Of cadence harsh, and accent shrill,
For want of harmony and kill.
Yet, difcontent with nature's boon,
Like man, to mimick art he flies;
Unrival'd he shall mount the fies.
And while, to please some courtly fair,
He one dull tone with labour learns,
And faded plumes, is all he earns !
Go, hapless captive ! still repeat
The founds which nature never taught;
Because you know them dearly bought.
Unenvy'd both ! go hear and fing
Your ftudy'd musick o'er and o'er
In fields where birds unfetter d soar.
THL fan, his gladsome beams withdrawn;
Who can describe my woe?
But not the sun's warm beams could cheat,
Nor hills, tho' e'er so green, Unless
Damon should appear,
Disjoin my love and me!
On yonder leafless tree !
Or any joy that's near ?
While Damon is not here!
The Laplander, who, half the year,
Is wrapt in shades of night,
Nor wishes more for light.
Or objects e'er fo fine?
If Damon be not mine ?
Each moment, from my dear away,
Is a long age of pain;
That brings my love again!
O haste and bring him to my arms
Nor let us ever part:
When I secure his heart,
Written to a near Neighbour in a tempestuous
By the Same,
Muse not cease to sing,
And boisterous winds shall never blow;
Which harshly in my ears resound;
No jocund pipe to fill the found ;