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ONe April Morn, when from the Sea, Phœbus was just appearing; Damon and Celia young and gay, Long,settled Love indearing: Met in a Grove to vent their spleen, On Parents unrelenting; He bred of Tory race had been, She of the Tribe Dissenting.

Celia, whose Eyes outshone the God, Newly the hills adorning; Told him Mamma wou'd be stark mad, She missing Pray'rs that morning: Damon, his Arm around her wast, Swore tho' nought shou'd 'em sunder; Shou'd my rough Dad know how I'm blest, Twou'd make him roar like Thunder.

Great ones whom proud Ambition blinds, By Faction still support it; Or where vile money taints the mind, They for convenience court it: But mighty Love, that scorns to shew, Party shou'd raise his glory; Swears he'll Exalt a Vassal true, Let it be Whigg, or Tory.