Future Hope.
[I]
When shal I see my Captive heart
That lies in Chloris brest?
Or, when will Love again restore
Those joys I once possest?
Yet, 'tis a blessing I confess,
When Fate is thus severe,
Not to be barr'd of future
Hopes to mitigate our fear.
II
The Tyrant Love would be depos'd,
And from this Empire thrown,
Were not his subjects fool'd with hope
That mercy would be shown.
Then Captive heart contented lye,
And banish all despaire,
Since there is hope that she may be
As kind as she is faire.
