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 Since Phillis vouchſaſ’d me a look, I never once dreamt of my vine: May I loſe both my pipe and my crook, if I knew a kid that was mine.

I priſ’d ev’ry hour that went by, beyond all that pleaſ’d me before: But now they are paſt and I ſigh, and I grieve that I priz’d them no more.

But why do I languifh in vain? why wander thus penfively here? Oh! why did I come from the plain? where I fed on the ſmiles of my dear

They tell me my favourite maid; the pride of the valley is flown; Alas! where with her I have ſtray’d, I could wander with pleaſure alone.

When forc’d the fair nymph to forgo, what anguiſh I felt at my heart; Yet I thought,— but it might not be ſo, 'twas with pain that ſhe bid me depart.

She gaz’d as I ſlowly withdrew, my path I could hardly diſcern; So ſweetly ſhe bade me adieu: I thought that ſhe bad me return.

The pilgrim that journies all day, to viſit ſome far diſtant ſhrine; If he bear but a relique away, is happy, nor heard to repine.