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To that fad folitude the weeping dame,
Thé E V E R-G RE E N:
'HEN tepid breezes fann'd the air,
And violets perfum'd the glade, Pensive and grave my charming fair
Beneath yon fhady lime was laid.
Flourish, faid I, thofe favour'd boughs,
And ever footh the purest Aames ! Witness to none but faithful vows!
Wounded by none but faithful names !
Yield every tree that crowns the grove
To this which pleas'd my wandering dear! Range where you will, ye bands of love,
Ye ftill fhall seem to reyel here.
Lavinia smild and whilft her arm
Her fair reclining head sustain'd, Betray'd she felt some fresh alarm;
And thus the meaning smile explain's.
When summer suns shine forth no more,
Will then this lime its shelter yield ?
Yet faithful then the fir shall last
I smile, she cry'd, but ah! I tremble,
Which Damon then will most resemble.
A N S W E R.
A pure ingenuous flame controul ?
But whilft thy mind shall seem thus fair,
Thy soul's unfading charms be seen ;
Yet find thy swain an ever-green.
He warmest friend, I ever prov'd,
My bitterest foe I fee :
Is falfe to love and me.
But shall I make the angry vow,
Which tempts my wavering mind ?
And bid me fhun mankind ?
Avaunt, thou hell-born fiend ! no more
Pretend my steps to guide ;
But let me still confide.
If this be folly, all my claim
To wisdom I refign;
His happinefs with mine.
L Y S AN DER to CL O E.
IS true, my with will never find
Another nymph so fair, so true;
In those expressive eyes I view.