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 He was all my fond heart e’er deſir’d,

he was all that was gen’rous & brave,

What pity the charms I admir’d,

from death had not power to fave.

But juſt as the day did approach,

to give the dear youth to my arms,

From the water they brought me his corpſe

how faded were all his gay charms.

As the lilly, when drooping with rain,

dejectedly hangs down his head,

So languiſh his beautiful cheek,

and all it’s vermilion was fled.

His voice, that as muſic was ſweet,

no more I enraptur’d ſhall hear,

No inore the fond ſwain ſhall repeat,

a tale of ſoft love in my ear.

Convey the dear youth to his grave,

left the beautiful form I adore,

Yet one ſilent kiſs let me have,

for, alas! I ſhall ſee him no more.

Ye maidens attend on his beir,

and ſtrew all the path-way with flow’rs,

And oh! ye kind Deities hear! tours!

may their loves be more happy than

As for me, I will henceforth beware,

how in love I engage my fond heart;

For though love is a joy, how ſevere

is the pang from a lover to part.