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SONGS.
But, O! if melting in my arms
In ſome ſoft dream, with all her charms,10
The nymph belov’d ſhould then ſurpriſe,
And grant what waking ſhe denies;
Then, gentle Slumber! pr’y thee ſtay,
Slowly, ah! ſlowly bring the day;
Let no rude noiſe my bliſs deſtroy,
Such ſweet deluſion ’s real joy.16
