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                       (  4  ) Scarce thro' one hasty week had love His grateful blessings shed. When bliss (as flies the frighted dove,) Their humble mansion fled :

’Twas at Bellona's voice it flew, That call’d to war’s alarms; Bad the youth rise to valour true, And break from Mary’s arms.

But she still strain’d him to her heart. To lengthen the adieu : “ Ah what (she said), shou’d’st thou depart, “ Shall I and sorrow do ?

"Say, valiant youth, when thou’rt away “ Who’ll raise my drooping head ? "How shall I chace the fears that say “ Thy lov’d Cabeysa’s dead ?

With thine my fate I now involve, "Intent thy course to steer, "No words shall shake my firm resolve, “ Not ev’n that trickling tear:"

"Fram’d for each scene of soft delight, "(He said) thy gentle form, "As shrinks the lily at the blight, “ Will droop beneath the storm :

"Blest in thy presence ! ev’ry pain “ (She added brings its charm, "And love, tho'falls the beating rain, "Will keep this bosom warm,”