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 Yes, plaintive sounds, she now is yours.

'Tis now your time to move;

Essoy to soften all her pow'rs,

And be that softness, love

Cease plaintive sounds, your task is done

That anxious tender air

Proves o'er her heart the conquest won,

I see you melting there.

Return, ye smiles, return again,

Return each sprightly grace,

I yield up to your charming reign,

All that enchanting face.

I take no outward shew amiss,

Rove where they will, her eyes,

Still let her smiles each shepherd bless,

So she but hear my sighs.