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Rais'd by my Flora's Love, aloft I soar,
And swell with Hopes to reach the distant Shore.
Nor can I of the wish'd Success despair,
Since Heav'n protects the Fav'rites of the Fair:
Undaunted like the little Wren I fly,
And mount the Eagle to ascend the Sky.
And swell with Hopes to reach the distant Shore.
Nor can I of the wish'd Success despair,
Since Heav'n protects the Fav'rites of the Fair:
Undaunted like the little Wren I fly,
And mount the Eagle to ascend the Sky.
Long had young Thyrsis the Coy Chloe woo'd,
And, oft repulsed, unwearied still pursu'd,
Till pitying Cupid sent a timely Dart,
To fire with equal warmth the Fair-One's Heart;
That She, who had so long with proud Disdain,
Refus'd the Off'rings of her humble Swain,
Might late, Convinc'd by sad Experience, prove
Resistance vain against the Pow'r of Love.
And, oft repulsed, unwearied still pursu'd,
Till pitying Cupid sent a timely Dart,
To fire with equal warmth the Fair-One's Heart;
That She, who had so long with proud Disdain,
Refus'd the Off'rings of her humble Swain,
Might late, Convinc'd by sad Experience, prove
Resistance vain against the Pow'r of Love.
Alas
