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A SONG,

In Fashionable Taste.

Yes! behold th'egregious charmer,
Sweetly wound my tender heart;
Gentle God of love, disarm her!
And bestow on me her art.
Soft meanders sweetly streaming,
Down the course of yonder hill;
While Apollo warmly beaming,
Melts the rock like frozen rill.
See the stately elm, high waving,
Taper branches in the air;
While the madden'd lover raving,
Deafens eccho with despair.
Deep in yonder arbor lying,
Harken, don't you hear his moan;
He adores yon charmer flying;
But pursues not, vigour gone.
Sweetest odours round arising,
Gratify the grateful sense;
These the swain contented prizing,
Sorrow bids them, “far from hence.”
Zephyr, thou of winds the sweetest,
When you rustle thro' the wood;
Of the deer the swiftest, fleetest,
Flies, as if in chace pursu'd.
While the tender powers of passion
Captivate my wounded breast,
Why should I resist the fashion,
Welcome love! be thou my guest.