Fair Margaret of Craignargat, or, The indulgent mother and disobedient daughter/My Goddess, or, My Devil

MY GODDESS or, MY DEVIL.

AH! bright Belinda, hither fly,
and ſuch a light diſcover,
As may the abſent ſun ſupply,
⁠and cheer the drooping lover.

Ariſe, my day, with ſpeed ariſe,
⁠and all my ſorrows baniſh:
Before the ſun of thy bright eyes,
⁠all gloomy terrors vaniſh.

No longer let me ſigh in vain,
⁠and curſe the hoarded treaſure:
Why ſhould you love to give us pain,
⁠when you were made for pleaſure!

The petty powers of hell deſtroy;
⁠to ſave's the pride of heaven:
To you the firſt, if you prove coy;
⁠if kind, the laſt is given.

The choice then ſure's not hard to make,
⁠betwixt a good and evil:
Which title had you rather take,
⁠my Goddeſs, or, my Devil?