Or if a Pilgrim you wou'd pay your Vows, Where Jordan's Stream in foft Meanders flows; I'll be a Pilgrim, and my Vows I'll pay Where Jordan's Streams in foft Meanders play. But whence these fudden fad prefaging Fears, Thefe rifingSighs,and whence these flowing Tears? Ah! leaft the Trumpets terrible alarms Have drawn the Lover from his Calia's Charms, There There fhady Bow'rs, and Sylvan Scenes arife, To Calia's Eyes a Defart is more fair He has! and oh! thofe dear undoing Smiles! Pleas'd with our Ruin to his Arms we run: To be undone by him, who wou'd not be undone? But die, O.wretched Calia, die! In vain Thus to the Fields and Floods you tell your Pain; Vain is each Tear, and ufeless is each Sigh, And Life a load; forfaken Calia die! Forlorn! Forlorn! abandon'd! to the Rocks I go, But they have learn'd new Cruelties of you! And, faint with Grief, fhe fcarce my Sighs returns. My Sighs fhall drive the Ship, and fill the flagging [Sails. HERE is a Game,which learn'd with Care, TH Brings Wit and Pleasure to the Fair; Both Night and Day, yet never cloys. By By what I've faid to explain this Game, It can't be hard to guess its Name; At least to understand what's meant: So I'll go on with my Intent, And fhew how Wit may be convey'd, Before young Lucy knew this School, To weave Bone-lace, knit, fpin, or few, Thus fhe employ'd her Hands all Day; Sorrow or Grief she knew no other, But what came from her loving Mother; O 2 } She |