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SONG V.
AS near a weeping ſpring reclin'd
The beauteous Araminta pin'd,
And mourn'd a falſe ungrateful youth;
While dying echoes caught the ſound,
And ſpread the ſoft complaints around
Of broken vows and alter'd truth;
An aged ſhepherd heard her moan,
And thus in pity's kindeſt tone
Addreſs'd the loſt deſpairing maid:
Ceaſe, ceaſe unhappy fair to grieve,
For ſounds, tho' ſweet, can ne'er relieve
A breaking heart by love betray'd.
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