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Dull to the ienfc of new delight. 



On thee the drooping Mufe attends ; 

 As feme fond lover, robb'd of fight, 



On thy expreffive pow'r depends ; 

 Nor would exchange thy glowing lines, 

 To live the lord of all that flunes. 



But let me chace thofe vows away, 



Which at Ambition's fhrine I made ; 

 Nor ever let thy fkill difplay 



Thofe anxious moments, ill repaid : 

 Oh ! from my breart that fcafon raze. 

 And bring my childhood in its place ; 



Bring me the bells, the rattle bring, 



And bring the hobby I beflrode ; 

 When pleas'd, in many a fpoitive ring, 



Around the room I jovial rode : 

 Even let me bid my lyre adieu, 

 And bring the whillle that I blew. 



Then will I mufe, and penCve fay. 



Why did not thefe enjoyments laft ? 

 How fweetly wafted I the day, 



While Innocence allow'd to wafte ! 

 Ambition's toils alike are vain ; 

 But, ah ! for pleafure yield us pain. 



Shetifioru. 



Imitation of Anacreon, 



XX ND why fo coy, my charming maid I 

 Is Innocence of age afraid ! 

 Thy cheek may with the rofe compare ; 

 Thy head is as the lily fair. 

 What lovely garlands maids compofe, 

 Who blend the lily \7ith the rofe. 

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