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( 8 ) And when the hort raptures are all at an end,

From beautiful mitres turns enfible-friend!

In vain do I praie thee, or drive to reveal,

Too nice for ex'preion, Which only we feel;

In a’ that you do,' in each look and each’ mein,

The graces in waiting adorn you uneen.

When I ee you, I love; when hearing, adore ;

I wonder, and think you a woman no more.

Till mad with admiring, I cannot contain,

And killing your lips, you turn woman again.

With thee in my boom, how can I depair ?'

I’ll gaze on thy beauties, and look awa" care :

I’ll ak thy advice when with troubles oppret,

Which never dipleaes, but alwie is bet.

In all that I write I’ll thy judgment enquire ;

Thy wit dial' correct what thy love did inpire:

I’ll kis thee and pres thee till youth is ail o’er,

And then live in friendhip when paion'sno more,

FINIS.