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AH, CHLORIS

I

Ah, Chloris, since it may not be
That thou of love wilt hear,
If from the lover thou maun flee,
Yet let the friend be dear!

II

Altho' I love my Chloris mair
Than ever tongue could tell,
My passion I will ne'er declare—
I'll say, I wish thee well.

III

Tho' a' my daily care thou art,
And a' my nightly dream,
I'll hide the struggle in my heart,
And say it is esteem.