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 By slow degrees from earth she rais'd her look, Distilling humid blushes e'er she spoke, Then in harmonious sounds the painful silence broke. Stranger, thy words might rocks to pity move; Where didst thou learn the wond'rous art of love? Ah! by whose conduct didst thou hither come? Who first seduc'd thee from thy native home? Pleasing thy tale, but pleasing still in vain; No faithless rover must his wish obtain: Or if I should so mad and senseless prove, My pow'rful parents would upbraid my love. What, tho' some secret pleasures you design'd? To silence long they could not be confin'd: The tongues of men so scandalous are grown; You hear from thousands, what you act with one. Whoe'er thou art, thy name and country tell, For mine (alas!) by thee are known too well.