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126 :But, O! if melting in my arms In ſome ſoft dream, with all her charms, The nymph belov’d ſhould then ſurpriſe, And grant what waking ſhe denies; Then, gentle Slumber! pr’y thee ſtay, Slowly, ah! ſlowly bring the day; Let no rude noiſe my bliſs deſtroy, Such ſweet deluſion ’s real joy.