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When Chloe to this New-form'd Eden came,
To seek the hapless Author of her Shame;
Advancing now, she speeds her eager Pace,
And views unmov'd the Pleasures of the Place.
Strait onward to the Bow'r she bends her way,
And meets no Object to induce her stay;
The rural Scenes exert their Charms in vain,
Tho' sure they might, if ought could ease her Pain.
At last her Thyrsis the Fair Mourner found
Supine in Slumber stretch'd upon the Ground.
With Gentle Voice, Awake! Awake! She cries,
Oh could such happy Slumbers seal my Eyes!
Could I, like Thee, secure from anxious Thought,
Enjoy the Pleasure, and forget the Fault!
But all the Ease my Rigid Fates allow,
I seek in Thee, the Cause of all my Woe.
To seek the hapless Author of her Shame;
Advancing now, she speeds her eager Pace,
And views unmov'd the Pleasures of the Place.
Strait onward to the Bow'r she bends her way,
And meets no Object to induce her stay;
The rural Scenes exert their Charms in vain,
Tho' sure they might, if ought could ease her Pain.
At last her Thyrsis the Fair Mourner found
Supine in Slumber stretch'd upon the Ground.
With Gentle Voice, Awake! Awake! She cries,
Oh could such happy Slumbers seal my Eyes!
Could I, like Thee, secure from anxious Thought,
Enjoy the Pleasure, and forget the Fault!
But all the Ease my Rigid Fates allow,
I seek in Thee, the Cause of all my Woe.
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