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With her I wander thro' the desart Way,
The Food of Wolves, or hungry Lions Prey.
The Food of Wolves, or hungry Lions Prey.
Florus.
Come, Rosalind, before the wint'ry Clouds
Frown o'er th' aërial Vault, and rush in Floods;
E'er raging Storms howl o'er the frozen Plains;
Thy Charms may suffer by the Storms or Rains.
Come, Rosalind, before the wint'ry Clouds
Frown o'er th' aërial Vault, and rush in Floods;
E'er raging Storms howl o'er the frozen Plains;
Thy Charms may suffer by the Storms or Rains.
Damon.
Come, Rosalind, O come! then infant Flow'rs
Shall bloom and smile, and form their Charms by yours;
By you, the Lilly shall her White compose,
Your Blush shall add new Blushes to the Rose;
Each flow'ry Mead, and ev'ry Tree shall bud,
And fuller Honours cloath the youthful Wood.
Come, Rosalind, O come! then infant Flow'rs
Shall bloom and smile, and form their Charms by yours;
By you, the Lilly shall her White compose,
Your Blush shall add new Blushes to the Rose;
Each flow'ry Mead, and ev'ry Tree shall bud,
And fuller Honours cloath the youthful Wood.
Flo-
