Song, pp.171-172.

[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. 

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