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Song 78. With a whip of Lillies
VVith a whip of Lillies, LoveSwiftly me before him drove:
On we courst it through deep floods,
Hollow valleys, and rough woods,
Till a Snake that lurking lay
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Now my soul was nigh to death,
Ebbing flowing with my breath;
When Love, fanning with his wings,
Back my fleeting spirit brings;
Learn, saith he, another day
Love without constraint t'obey.
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