Song VIII., pp.256-257.

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SWeet are the charms of her I love, 

More fragrant than the damask rose, 

Soft as the down of turtle dove, 

Gentle as winds when Zypher blows, 

Refreshing as descending rains 

To sunburnt climes and thirsty plains. 

– 

True as the needle to the pole, 

Or as the dial to the sun, 

Constant as gliding waters roll, 

Whose swelling tides obey the moon; 

From every other charmer free, 

My life and love shall follow thee. 

– 

The lamb the flow’ry thyme devours, 

The dam the tender kid pursues, 

Sweet Philomel, in shady bowers 

Of verdent spring, her note renews; 

All follow what they most admire, 

As I pursue my soul’s desire. 

– 

Nature must change her beauteous face, 

And vary as the season rise; 

As winter to the spring gives place, 

Summer th’ approach of autumn flys: 

No change on love the seasons bring, 

Love only knows perpetual spring. 

– 

Devouring time, with stealing pace, 

Makes lofty oaks and cedars bow; 

And marble-towers and walls of brass 

In his rude march he levells low: 

But time, destroying far and wide, 

Love from the soul can ne’er divide. 

– 

Death only with his cruel dart 

The gentle Godhead can remove, 

And drive him from the bleeding heart 

To mingle with the blest above, 

Where known to all his kindred train, 

He finds a lasting rest from pain. 

– 

Love and his sister fair the soul, 

Twin-born from heaven together came: 

Love will the universe controul, 

When dying seasons lose their name; 

Divine abodes shall own his power, 

When time and death shall be no more. 

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