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Bid us ligh on from day to day,
But bufy busy still art thou,
sil And I absolve thy future care.ib. All other bleflinge Trefiga,' qui: Make but the dear Amanda mine.
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29 TOME, gentle God of soft defire,
Come and poffefs my happy breast, iav.s. Not fory-like in flames and fire, : 1'.!!,
Or frantic folly's wildness dreft ; ;
But come in friendship's angel-guise:
Yet dearer thou than friendship art, More tender spirit in thy eyes,
More sweet emotions at the heart.
O come with goodness in thy train,
With peace and pleature void of storm; And wouldst thou me forever gain,
Put on Amandd's winning form.
That plaintive Atrain can ne'er belong to thee, Bleft in the full possession of thy love:
O lend that strain, sweet Nightingale, to me!
'Tis mine, alas! to mourn my wretched fate :
I love a maid who all my bosom charms, Yet lose my days without this lovely matez
Inhuman fortune keeps her from my arms.
You, happy birds! by nature's fimple laws
Lead your soft lives, fustain'd by nature's fare ;
... But we, vain Naves of interest and of pride,
Dare not be blest lest envious-tongues should blame And hence, in vain, I languish for my bride;
O mourn with me, sweet bird, my hapless flame.
HE wanton's charms, however bright,
Are like the false illusive light,
Is like the facred Queen of night,
A.yicious love depraves the mind, Is
Ye unseen beings, to my harp repair,
And raise majestic strains, or melt in love.
Aeolus's Harp is a musical instrument, which plays with the wind, invented by Mr Ofwald; its properties are fully defcribed in the Castle of Indolence.
With what soft woe they thrill the lover's heart !
On the deep strings his hand some herinit throws;
When by Euphrates* stream they made their plaint:
V. Methinks I hear the full celestial choir,
Thro' heaven's high dome their awful anthem raise;
Who, as wild fancy prompts you, touch the string,
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Companion of the wise and good,
Oh! how I love with thee to walk,
A thousand shapes you wear with ease,
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Thine is the balmy breath of morn,
A lover now,