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How sweet I roamed fron field to field,
And tasted all the snmmer's pride,
'Till I the Prince of Love beheld,
Who in the sunny beams did glide!
He show'd me lilies for my hair,
And blushing roses for my brow;
He led me through his gardens fair,
Where all his golden pleasures grow.
With sweet May dews my wings were wet,
And Phoebus fired my vocal rage;
He caught me in his silken net,
And shut me in his golden cage.
He loves to sit and hear me sing,
Then, laughiug, sports and plays with me;
Then stretches out my golden wing,
And mocks my loss of liberty.
