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Yes, plaintive sounds, she now is yours.
'Tis now your time to move;
Essoy to soften all her pow'rs,
And be that softness, love
Cease plaintive sounds, your task is done
That anxious tender air
Proves o'er her heart the conquest won,
I see you melting there.
Return, ye smiles, return again,
Return each sprightly grace,
I yield up to your charming reign,
All that enchanting face.
I take no outward shew amiss,
Rove where they will, her eyes,
Still let her smiles each shepherd bless,
So she but hear my sighs.
FINIS.
