 | Ouâbi : or the virtues of nature |  |
CELARIO.
Not bright Hesper beams more fair
To the love-lorn traveller,
Than those eyes, where beauty warms,
Than that voice, where softness charms,
Than that bosom's gentle swell,
And those lips, where raptures dwell,
To this faithful heart of mine,
Truly, only, wholly thine.
To the love-lorn traveller,
Than those eyes, where beauty warms,
Than that voice, where softness charms,
Than that bosom's gentle swell,
And those lips, where raptures dwell,
To this faithful heart of mine,
Truly, only, wholly thine.
Now Ouâbi hunts the deer,
Love and bliss inhabit here;
Here the downy willows bend,
Elms their fringed arms extend,
While the sinking sun improves
Ev'ry scene, which fancy loves.
Let thy heart my refuge be,
And my hopes repose on thee;
Grant me all those matchless charms,
Yield the heav'n within thy arms.
Love and bliss inhabit here;
Here the downy willows bend,
Elms their fringed arms extend,
While the sinking sun improves
Ev'ry scene, which fancy loves.
Let thy heart my refuge be,
And my hopes repose on thee;
Grant me all those matchless charms,
Yield the heav'n within thy arms.
| Ouâbi : or the virtues of nature | |