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70 O on of ! hear me now, And bid bles my vow.

If any blis reerv'd for me Thou in the leaves of fate hould't ee; If any white propitious hour, Pregnant with hoarded joys in tore;

Now, now the mighty treaure give, In her for whom alone I live; In terling love pay all the um, And I'll abolve the fates to come.

In all the pride of full-blown charms Yield her, relenting, to my arms: Her boom touch with oft deires, And let her feel what he inpires. But