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To Clemene, leaving the Country in a gloomy Day.
Since warm Affections in my Bosom dwell
Permit me, in a Lover's strain, to tell
How much I suffer, how sincere I grieve,
When you the Country and Maria leave.
Tho' op'ning Flow'rs erect their shining Heads,
And look, like Gems, upon the spangled Meads,
Tho' lovely, verdant Crops of Infant Corn,
In comely Order rang'd, the Fields adorn;
Tho' the tall Trees, as if on purpose made,
Offer their Branches for a grateful Shade;
And ev'ry Bird stretches its little Throat,
To melting Accents in a warbling Note:
Yet, in your Absence, I no Joy can find,
In all the glitt'ring Scenes you leave behind.
Permit me, in a Lover's strain, to tell
How much I suffer, how sincere I grieve,
When you the Country and Maria leave.
Tho' op'ning Flow'rs erect their shining Heads,
And look, like Gems, upon the spangled Meads,
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In comely Order rang'd, the Fields adorn;
Tho' the tall Trees, as if on purpose made,
Offer their Branches for a grateful Shade;
And ev'ry Bird stretches its little Throat,
To melting Accents in a warbling Note:
Yet, in your Absence, I no Joy can find,
In all the glitt'ring Scenes you leave behind.
Let others praise the Beauty of the Skies,
When fair Aurora does unclouded rise:
When bright Apollo shoots a vig'rous Ray,
And gaudy Beams adorn the lucid Day.
These melancholy Shades appear to me,
More welcome, than refulgent Light would be;
When my Clemene does from hence depart,
All should be sad and gloomy as my Heart.
When fair Aurora does unclouded rise:
When bright Apollo shoots a vig'rous Ray,
And gaudy Beams adorn the lucid Day.
These melancholy Shades appear to me,
More welcome, than refulgent Light would be;
When my Clemene does from hence depart,
All should be sad and gloomy as my Heart.
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