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 To age it would give youth, to press 'em with his hand. Through all my spirits ran an ecstacy of bliss, When I such sweetness fand, wrapt in a balmy kiss.

Without the help of art, like flowr's which grace the wild, She did her sweets impart, where'er she spoke or smil'd, Her looks they were so mild, free from affected pride, She me to love beguil'd, I wish'd her for my bride.

O had I all that wealth Hopeton's high mountains fill, Insur'd long life and health, and pleasures at my will; I'd promise and fulfill, that none but bonny she, The Lass of Patie's Mill, should share the same with me.

AH Chloris, could I now but sit as unconcern'd, as when