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 Here’s him that’s far awa, Willie, Here’s him that’s far awa And here's the flower that I loe best, The rose that’s like the snaw.

 

Ah Chloris, could I now but sit as unconcern'd, as when Your infant beauty could beget no happiness or pain. When I this dawning did admire, and prais'd the coming day, I little thought that rising fire would take my rest away.

Your charms in harmless childhood lay as metals in a mine; Age from no face takes more away than youth concsal'd in thine; But as your charms insensibly to their perfection prest, So love as unperceiv'd did fly and center'd in my breast.

My passion with your beauty grew, while Cupid at mv heart, Still as his mother favour'd you, threw a new flaming dart,