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THE LATTER PART OF THE SIXTH CHAPTER OF
WHEN my breast labours with oppressive care,
Think not, when all your scanty stores afford
Behold! and look away your low despair
Yet, your kind heavenly Father bends his
Observe the rising lily's snowy grace,
If, ceaseless, thus the fowls of heaven he feeds;
On mischief bent, to Damon said,
Not own it to the lovely maid?
The shepherd mark'd his treacherous art,
And, softly sighing, thus replied : 'Tis true you have subdued my heart,
But shall not triumph o'er my pride.
The slave in private only bears
Your bondage, who his love conceals; But when his passion he declares,
You drag him at your chariot-wheels.
HARD is the fate of him who loves,
Yet dares not tell his trembling pain, But to the sympathetic groves,
But to the lonely listening plain.
Oh! when she blesses next your shade,
Oh! when her footsteps next are seen In flowery tracks along the mead,
In fresher mazes o'er the green,
Ye gentle spirits of the vale,
To whom the tears of love are dear, From dying lilies waft a gale,
And sigh my sorrows in her ear.
Oh tell her what she cannot blame,
Though fear my tongue must ever bind; Oh tell her that my virtuous flame
Is as her spotless soul refin'd.
Not her own guardian angel eyes
With chaster tenderness his care, Not purer her own wishes rise,
Not holier her own sighs in prayer.
But if, at first, her virgin fear
Should start at love's suspected name, With that of friendship sooth her ear-
True love and friendship are the same.
NLESS with my Amanda blest,
In vain I twine the woodbine bower; Unless to deck her sweeter breast,
In vain I rear the breathing flower.
Awaken'd by the genial year,
In vain the birds around me sing; In vain the freshening fields appear:
Without my love there is no spring.
FOR ever, Fortune, wilt thou prove
Bid us sigh on from day to day,
But busy busy still art thou,
COME, gentle god of soft desire,
Come and possess my happy breast, Not Fury-like in flames and fire,
Or frantic Folly's wildness drest; 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.