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THE PROCLAMATION:
A CANTATA.
Rec.From the immortal Realms above,
All drown'd in Tears the Queen of Love
On Earth descends, in hopes to find
Her vagrant Son amongst Mankind.
Thro' Paphos' Streets she Frantic flies,
And thus her little Rambler Cries.
Air.
Oh! Say, ye Men of Paphos, say,(And ease my anxious Care)
Saw ye my Cupid pass this Way?
Alas! he's lost I fear.
The generous Swain that shall reveal
Where the young Wanderer is,
Shall have from Venus the Reward
Of a transporting Kiss.
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Amidst the Numbers numberless,
That saw, and pity'd her Distress,
The gay Alexis soon appear'd,
And thus the mournful Goddess chear'd.
Air.
No more, fair Queen, his Absence moan,Your Sighs and Tears give o'er;
The God of Love is very safe,
And from all Harms secure.
Here, here, the little Tyrant plays,
And revels in my Heart;
Encircled with a Thousand Flames,
And many a pointed Dart.
At this Joy dances in her Eyes,
And in her Cheeks new Charms arise.
With Transport he the Queen surveys,
And, fond of her soft Promise, says.
Air.
Now, beauteous Goddess, on your SwainBestow the proffer'd Kiss;
Or let it come from Chloe's Lips,
And so augment his Bliss.
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