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 May this tragedy a warning be,

to children while they live,

That they may love their parents dear,

their bleſſings to receive.

H! bright Belinda, hither fly,

and ſuch a light diſcover,

As may the abſent ſun ſupply,

and cheer the drooping lover.

Ariſe, my day, with ſpeed ariſe,

and all my ſorrows baniſh:

Before the ſun of thy bright eyes,

all gloomy terrors vaniſh.

No longer let me ſigh in vain,

and curſe the hoarded treaſure:

Why ſhould you love to give us pain,

when you were made for pleaſure!

The petty powers of hell deſtroy;

to ſave's the pride of heaven:

To you the firſt, if you prove coy;

if kind, the laſt is given.

The choice then ſure's not hard to make,

betwixt a good and evil:

Which title had you rather take,

my Goddeſs, or, my Devil?