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A Collection Of Poems

By John Whaley

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To CÆLIA absent.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

To CÆLIA absent.

At thy approach each new-born Joy appear'd,
Each growing Pleasure fill'd thy Lover's Breast,
As by the Sun's returning Lustre cheer'd;
Each blooming Hedge with sprightlier Green is drest.
But now alas! I sigh in lonesome Woe,
My former Pleasures now my Tears employ,
Cou'd it be thought such bitter Pains shou'd flow,
From the Possession of such heav'nly Joy?