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( 7 ) For fate, at that moment, brought back her dear Twain

who heard, and with rapture, his Nelly addret:

My Nelly! my fair, I come; O my love !

nae powers hall thee tear again from my arms,

And Nelly, nae mair thy fond hepherd reprove,

who knows thy fair worth, and adores a’ thy charms.

She heard; and new joy hot thro' her fat frame,

and will you, my love! be true? he reply’d,

And live I to meet my hepherd the ame?

or dream I that Sandy will make me his bride?

O Nelly, I live to find the till kind ;

till true to thy Twain, and lovely as true :

Then adieu to a' arrow; what foul is o blind,

as not to live happy for ever with you ?

Love and Friendhip.

H! how could I venture to love ane like thee,

And you not depie a poor conquet like me?

On lords, thy admirers, could look with didain,

And knew I was naething, yet pity’d my pain!

You laid, while they teaz’d you with nonvenfe and dres,

When real the paion, the vanity’s kis;

You aw thro’ that ilence which others depie,

And, while beaux were a talking, read love in my eyes

O! how hall I fauld thee, and kis a’ thy charms,

Till fainting with pleaure I die in your arms ;

Thro' a' the wild tranports of ectacy tot,

Till inking together in raptures we’re lot!

Oh! where is the maid that, like thee, ne’er can cloy,

Whoe wit does enliven each dull paue of joy;