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An EPISTLE to --- Written by Moon-Light.
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As o'er the wide extended Plain,By Cynthia's trembling Light I rode,
Whilst all the beauteous starry Train,
In silent Concert hymn'd their God.
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To Heav'n, and Thee, my raptur'd SoulDear charming Maid, alternate flew:
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Now quick returning fix'd on you.
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From thee again to Heav'n, my Fair,My soaring Fancy took its Flight;
Nor cou'd it form a Seraph there
So sweet to Sense, so dear to Sight.
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When you to those blest Seats repair,How small the change you shall endure!
Thou want'st not, to be welcom'd there,
A form more bright, a Soul more pure.
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But oh! Before that Day shall come,May I give up my willing Breath;
Nor wait to mourn, Oh! Dismal Doom!
Thy loss—a far more bitter Death.
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Bereav'd of thee, my better Part,What comfort cou'd thy Damon know?
Break, rather break, my tortur'd Heart,
Than only live, to live in Woe.
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With thee, my best, my sole Desire,For endless Ages wou'd I live:
Nor ever cou'd my Soul aspire
To joys beyond what thou can'st give.
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