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 ( 6 ) MUTUAL LOVE Whene'er I meet my Celia's eyes. Sweet raptures im my boſom rife, My feet forget to move : She too declines her lovely head, Soft bluſhes o'er her cheeks are ſpread, Sure this is mutual love. My beating heart is wrapt in bils, Whene'er I ſtreal a tender kiſs, Beneath a ſilent grove; She ſtrives to frown and puts me by, Yet anger dwells not in her ere; Sure this is mutual lore. And once, O once, the deareſt maid, As on her breſt; my head was laid, Some ſecret impulſe drove : Me, me, her gentle arms careſs'd, and to her boſom cloſely presſ'd: Sure this is mutual love! Tranſported with her blooming charms, A ſoft deſire my boſom warms, Forbidden jogs to prove : Trembling for fear the loud comply, She from my arms prepares to fly Tho' arm'd with mutual love. O ſtay I cry'.-Let Hymerl's band. This moment tye our willing band, And all thy tears remove: