[Tea-Table Miscellany Contents]
To the Tune of, Woe’s my Heart that we should sunder.
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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.
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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.
