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Rh &emsp;To kneel, to languih and implore; &emsp;And till tho' he didain, adore: It is to do all this, and think thy ufferings weet.

&emsp;It is to gaze upon her eyes &emsp;With eager joy and fond urprie; Yet temper'd with fuch chale and awful fear &emsp;As wretches feel who wait their doom; &emsp;Nor mut one ruder thought preume Tho' but in whipers breath'd, to meet her ear.

&emsp;It is to hope, tho' hope were lot; &emsp;Tho' heaven and earth thy paion crot; Tho' he were bright as ainted queens above, &emsp;And thou the leat and meanet wain &emsp;That folds his flock upon the plain, Yet if thou dar't not hope, thou dot not love. It