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Then come to your lover, oh! fly to his shed,
From a world which I know thou despisest,
And slumber will hover as light on our bed,
As e‘er on the couch of the wisest;
And when o‘er our pillow the tempest is driven,
And thou pretty innocent fearest,
I‘ll tell thee it is not the chiding of heaven,
‘Tis only our lulliby dearest!
And oh! when we lie on our death-bed, my love,
Looking back to the scene of our errors,
A sigh from my Bessy shall plead then above
And death be disarm'd of his terrors!
And each to the other embracing will say,
Farewell! let us hope we‘re forgiven,
Thy last fading glance will illumin’ the way,
And a kiss be our passport to heaven!
Fancy dipp’d her Pen in Dew.
Fancy dipp'd her pen in dew,
Distill'd from leaves of gayest flowers;
Her paper from soft fibres grew,
Purloin'd from buds, in rosy bowers.
Then she wrote a lay to prove,
Hearts might safely toy with Love.
Archly smiling, love was there,
And cried, Of Fancy, maids, beware.
Roguish Love took May-day then,
And from his wing a feather taken,
He dipp'd it in, and changed her pen,
And all the day seem'd Love's own making.
