Song, pp.5-6.

[Tea-Table Miscellany Contents]

To the Tune of, Woe’s my Heart that we should sunder

– 

IS Hamilla then my own? 

O! the dear, the charming treasure; 

Fortune now in vain shall frown; 

All my future life is pleasure. 

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See how rich with youthful grace, 

Beauty warms her ev’ry feature; 

Smiling heaven is in her face, 

All is gay, and all is nature. 

– 

See what mingling charms arise, 

Rosy smiles, and kindling blushes; 

Love fits laughing in her eyes, 

And betrays her secret wishes. 

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Haste then from th’ Idalian grove, 

Infant smiles, and sports, and graces; 

Spread the downy couch for love, 

And lull us in your sweet embraces. 

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Softest raptures, pure from noise, 

This fair happy night surround us; 

While a thousand sp’ritly joys 

Silent flutter all around us. 

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Thus unsowr’d with care or strife, 

Heaven still guard this dearest blessing! 

While we tread the path of life, 

Loving still, and still possessing. 

New Words by Different Hands 

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