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5 Chain’d to thy charms, I cannot range;

No beauty new my love shall hinder;

Nor time, nor place, shall ever change

My vows, tho’ we’re oblig’d to sunder.

Ye powers, take care of my dear lass,

That as I leave her I may find her;

When that bless’d time shall come to pass,

We’ll meet again, and never sunder.

The image of thy graceful air,

And beauties which invite our wonder;

Thy lively wit, and prudence rare,

Shall still be present, tho' we sunder.

Dear nymph, believe thy swain in this,

You’ll ne’er engage a heart that’s kinder;

Then seal a promise with a kiss,

Always to love me, tho’ we sunder.

GO WHERE GLORY WAITS THEE.

Go where glory waits thee,

But while fame elates thee,

Oh! still remember me:

When the praise thou meetest,

To thine ear is sweetest,

Oh! then remember me:

Other arms may press thee,

Dearer friends caress thee,

All the joys that bless thee,

Sweeter far may be;