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THE Happy SWAIN.
A CANTATA.
RECIT.
As Damon watch'd his harmless Sheep,Within a silent Shade,
(Lock'd in the Bands of Downy Sleep,)
He saw his Charmer laid,
And thus he Hail'd the Beauteous Maid.
187
AIR.
Close not those charming Eyes,
My Life, my only Dear!
My Life, my only Dear!
'Tis Night till they arise,
'Tis Day when they appear.
'Tis Day when they appear.
RECIT.
Charm'd with the tuneful Accents of his Voice,The lovely Virgin rear'd her Head;
For Damon's Song makes Sorrow's Self rejoice,
So sweet! t'would e'en recall the Dead:
Nor was the Nymph Coquet or Coy,
Too well she knew the artless Boy:
With Fervour not to be exprest,
She clasp'd him to her snowy Breast,
Who thus sang forth his Joy.
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AIR.
While in her Arms my Charmer holds me,
I think the Queen of Love infolds me:
I think the Queen of Love infolds me:
Less lovely Venus is than she:
Adonis far less Blest than me.
Adonis far less Blest than me.
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