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VII. SONG.
[Oh cease thy song, sweet Philomel]
Oh cease thy song, sweet Philomel,
Be hushed the voices of the grove,
Let only favouring zephyrs swell,
To waft my sighs to him I love—
Ah no! sweet bird! thy strain prolong,
And court him hither to my breast:
Allure him with thy magic song,
By love to bless and to be blest.
Be hushed the voices of the grove,
Let only favouring zephyrs swell,
To waft my sighs to him I love—
Ah no! sweet bird! thy strain prolong,
And court him hither to my breast:
Allure him with thy magic song,
By love to bless and to be blest.
Sweet melody the mind inspires,
And melody, sweet bird, is thine:
Enchant thou him my soul desires,
To equalize a love like mine.
Sweet Philomel! prolong thy strain,
Accordant to a lover's breast,
And hither charm my absent swain,
By love to bless and to be blest.
And melody, sweet bird, is thine:
Enchant thou him my soul desires,
To equalize a love like mine.
Sweet Philomel! prolong thy strain,
Accordant to a lover's breast,
And hither charm my absent swain,
By love to bless and to be blest.
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