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Ne’er half so blels’d as now, to bearA Swain so young, a Nymph so fair.

My grateful Shade I kincly lent,

And ev’ry aiding Bough I bentSo low, as sometimes had the BlissTo rob the Shepherd of a Kiss;

Whilll he in Pleasures far aboveThe Sen so.of that Degree of Love,Permitted ev’ry Stealth I made,

Unjealous of his Rival Shade,

J saw’em kindle to.Desire,

Whilst with soft Sighs they blew the Fire ;Saw the Approaches of their Joy,

He grew more fierce, and lhe less coy :

Saw how they mingled melting Rays,Exchanging Love a thousand Ways.

Kind was the Force on ev'ry Side ;

Her new Desires (he could not hide,

Nor would the Shepherd bedeny’d.Impatient, he waits no Consent,

But what she gave by Languistiment.

The blessed Minute he pursu’d,

Whilst Love her Fear and Shame fubdu’d jAnd now transported in his Arms,

Yields to the Conqu’ror all her Charms,

, 1 iis panting Breast to her’s now join’d,

They feast on Raptures unconsin’d,

Vast and luxuriant, such as prover i he Immortality of Love.

For, who but a DivinityCould mingle Souls to that Degree,

And melt ’em into Extafy ?

Where, like the Phenix, both expire,

Whilst from the Aihes of their Fire,

Sprung up a new and soft Desire,