MARK AKENSIDE
I know, I see Her merit. Needs it now be shown,
Alas! to me?
How often, to myself unknown, The graceful, gentle, virtuous maid Have I admired' How often said What joy to call a heart like hers one's own'
But, flattering god, O squanderer of content and ease
In thy abode
Will care's rude lesson learn to please ? O say, dcccner, hast thou won Pioud Fortune to attend thy throne, Or placed thy friends above her stern decrees ?
��The Nightingale
SO-NIGHT retired, the queen of heaven With young Endymion btays; And now to Hebper it is given Awhile to rule the vacant sky, Till she shall to her lamp supply A stream of brighter rays.
Propitious send thy golden ray,
Thou purest light above' Let no false flame beduce to stray Where gulf or steep lie hid for harm ; But lead where music'b healing charm
May soothe afflicted love.
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