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VII. SONG.

[Oh cease thy song, sweet Philomel]

Oh cease thy song, sweet Philomel,
Be hushed the voices of the grove,
Let only favouring zephyrs swell,
To waft my sighs to him I love—
Ah no! sweet bird! thy strain prolong,
And court him hither to my breast:
Allure him with thy magic song,
By love to bless and to be blest.
Sweet melody the mind inspires,
And melody, sweet bird, is thine:
Enchant thou him my soul desires,
To equalize a love like mine.
Sweet Philomel! prolong thy strain,
Accordant to a lover's breast,
And hither charm my absent swain,
By love to bless and to be blest.

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The remaining Songs are miscellaneous.