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To SELINDA Sailing.

See, my Selinda, how the Groves
Deceive th' ill-judging Eye!
And, as the Boat more nimbly moves,
More swiftly seem to fly.
So to your Slave with Speed runs on
The Day, when you are near;
But O! how tedious, when you're gone,
The ling'ring Hours appear!
What secret Cause, Selinda, trace,
Can such Deceit impart:—
The Hours have sure an equal Pace,
But ah!—not so my Heart.