[Tea-Table Miscellany Contents]
To the absent FLORINDA.
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To the Tune of, Queen of Sheba’s March.
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COme, Florinda, lovely charmer,
Come and fix this wav’ring heart;
Let those eyes my soul rekindle,
Ere I feel some foreign dart.
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Come and with thy smiles secure me,
If this heart be worth thy care,
Favoured by my dear Florinda,
I’ll be true, as she is fair.
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Thousand beauties trip around me,
And my yielding breast assail;
Come and take me to thy bosom,
Ere my constant passion fail.
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Come and, like the radiant morning,
On my soul serenely shine,
Then those glimmering stars shall vanish,
Lost in splendor more divine.
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Long this heart has been thy victim,
Long has felt the pleasing pain,
Come, and with an equal passion
Make it ever thine remain.
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Then, my charmer, I can promise,
If our souls in love agree,
None in all the upper dwellings
Shall be happier than we.
