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A Miscellany of Poems

consisting of Original Poems, Translations, Pastorals in the Cumberland Dialect, Familiar Epistles, Fables, Songs, and Epigrams, by the late Reverend Josiah Relph ... With a Preface and a Glossary

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SONG

I.

One sunday morn in chearful May,
When all was clad in best array,
Young Cælia trip'd the garden gay
With robes of various dye:
The choicest flow'rs the virgin chose,
The lilly pale, the blushing rose
With all that most delights the nose
Or tempts the wand'ring eye.

II.

In artful rank when each was plac'd,
She fix'd the favourites on her breast,
O happy, happy flow'rs possess'd
Of such an heavenly seat!

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But they with envy view the Fair,
And (vain attempts!) presumptuous dare
With Cælia's beauties to compare,
And rival charms so great.

III.

The rose displays it's purple dyes,
Ten thousand sweets at once surprize;
Ungrateful sight to Cælia's eyes!
Her cheeks a blush disclose!
So much the glowing blush became,
Superiour sweets so grac'd the dame,
The rose sunk down it's head for shame,
And durst no more oppose.

IV.

The lilly next resists the maid
In robes of purest white array'd
It's beauties gracefully display'd
Her finest charms defy'd;

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The blood forsook the Fair-one's face,
A sudden paleness took its place,
But paleness mix'd with such a grace
As check'd the lilly's pride.

V.

The flow'rs thus foil'd in single fight
Their force with utmost speed unite,
With lavish'd odours all invite
And scent the neighbouring air.

VI.

She sighs—such balmy breezes fly,
Such fragrant sweets perfume the sky,
The flow'rs drop down their heads and die
Oppress'd with deep dispair.