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Rh N lonely Walks, distracted by Despair, Shunning Mankind, and torn with killing Care, My Eyes o'erflowing, and my frantick Mind Rackt with wild Thoughts, swelling with Sighs the Wind; Thro' Paths untrodden, Day and Night I rove, Mourning the Fate of my successless Love. Who most desire to live, untimely fall; But when we beg to die, Death flies our Call. Adonis dies, and torn is the lov'd Breast In midst of Joy, where Venus wont to rest: The Fate, that cruel seem'd to him, would be Pity, Relief, and Happiness to me. When will my Sorrows end? In vain, in vain I call to Heav'n, and tell the Gods my Pain; The Gods averse, like Myra, to my Pray'r, Consent to doom, whom she denies to spare. Why do I seek for foreign Aids, when I Bear ready by my Side the Pow'r to die? Be keen, my Sword, and serve thy Master well, Heal Wounds with Wounds, and Love with Death repel, Strait up I rose; and to my aking Breast, My Bosom bare, the pointed Blade I prest, When lo! astonish'd, an unusual Light Pierc'd the thick Shade, and all around grew bright. My