Flora Happily Revived
By Strephons Return:
Strephon he was kind and Loyal,
As we here may plainly see,
Every Blessing she is possessing,
Both in Love and Unity.
To the Tune of , The Fair one let me in.
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W Hen Phoebus with her glittering Beams,
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had deckt each Grove and shade,
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Fair Flora sitting by the Streams,
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and on her Lute she plaid:
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Her pleasant sounding Instrument,
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did Eccho in the air,
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Which fill'd her heart with true content,
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but Strephon was not there.
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By Name she was framed so,
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each Nymph she did exceed,
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And from her features there did flow
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a thousand smiles indeed:
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But still she cries where is my love,
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where is my dearest dear?
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The Sun hath guilded all the Grove
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but Strephon is not here.
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She mist her Strephon all the day,
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which fill'd her heart with fear,
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She tript unto the vail straightway,
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and cry'd where is my dear?
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But none did answer her complaint,
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though she did much bewail,
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With grief her very heart did faint,
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her beauty waxed pale.
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Said she, thou hadst no legal cause,
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to leave thy Flora now,
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It is a breach of Cupids Law,
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in love to break your vow:
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And thus in vain she did complain,
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and spent the silent night,
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Quoth she, I fear my love is slain,
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my joy and hearts delight.
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Her passion over-rul'd her mind,
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and drove her in dispair,
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She left her pritty Lambs behind,
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and wandred far and near:
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She searcht each grove & vally round
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but yet alas in vain,
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For Strephon was not to be found,
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which fill'd her heart with pain.
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Her senses they were stupify'd,
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she could not then forbear,
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But smiting on her breast she cry'd,
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and tore her lovely hair;
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which hung down like threads of gold
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a pleasant Ornament,
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But Strephon grieved to behold,
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to see her thus lament.
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St[r]ephons happy return to his dearest Flora
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L O here my Flora , here's thy swain
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that does thy self adore,
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The truest and the happiest man,
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as ever liv'd before:
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Quoth he, sweet creature, surely I
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will not Disloyal be,
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But love my Flora till I die,
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my love is linkt to thee.
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Thou art the glory of the shade,
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where thee thy Flocks doth feed,
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A fair and vertuous comely Maid,
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no one can thee exceed;
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I do protest, I am not blest,
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without thy Company,
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Then prithee set thy heart at rest,
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i'le feed my flocks by thee.
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And live in perfect unity,
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and run out natures race,
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Till death we'l never parted be,
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but lovingly imbrace:
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I'le wipe away those melting tears,
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which did disturb thy peace,
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And banish all suspicious fears,
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that joys might then increase.
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He kindly took her by the hand,
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her sen[s]es did revive,
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Said he, my Flora , understand,
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if I remain alive;
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I'le crown thy days with true content,
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as thou shalt plainly see,
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Thou never shalt again lament,
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for Strephons company.
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FINIS.
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