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Stay, fhepherd, stay!
See how thy flocks in yonder valley ftray.
Shepherd, what art thou pursuing,
Share our joy, our pleasure share :
Lo here, my Love!
Turn, Galatea, hither turn thine eyes
Love in her eyes fits playing,
And warbling in her breath :
Love on her breaft fits panting,
And fwells with foft defire :
To fet the heart on fire.
O! didft thou know the pains of abfent love,
As when the dove
All on the naked spray;
When he returns,
No more fhe mourns,
Melting murmurs fill the grove;
Melting murmurs, lasting love.
ACIS AND GALATEA.
Happy we !
What joys I feel!
What charms I fee!
Of all youths, thou dearest boy!
ACIS AND GALATEA,
SEREN À TA.
PART THE SECOND.
A Concerto on the ORGAN.
RETCHED lovers! Fate has pass'd
rage, I melt, I burn,
The feeble God has ftabb'd me to the heart.
Prop of my god-like steps, I lay thee by.
Bring me a hundred reeds, of decent growth,
O ruddier than the cherry!
No lily has fuch luftre;'
Yet hard to tame
As raging flame,
And fierce as ftorms that blufter!
POLY: Whither, Faireft, art thou running,..
GAL. The lion calls not to his prey;
POLY. Thee Polyphemus, great as Jove,
To his dairy, to his flock;
To the grape of purple hue,
GAL. Of infant-limbs to make my food,
Ceafe to beauty to be fuing:
Ever whining love difdaining,
Let the brave, their aims pursuing,
Would you gain the tender creature?