A New Love Song.
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THe night her blackest Sables wore,
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All gloomy were the Skies,
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And glittering Stars there were more
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Than those in Celias Eyes,
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When at her Fathers Gate I knockt,
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Where I had often been,
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And shrowded only in her Smock,
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The fair one let me in.
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Fast lock'd within my close embrace
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She trembling lay,
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Asham'd her swelling Breast,
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And gave me way;
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She's fair and pretty I have said,
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My eager passion I obey'd,
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Resolv'd the Fort to win,
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And her fond heart was soon betray'd
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To yield and let me in.
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None but the envying Gods Conquest,
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Or Lovers blest,
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As I to what degrees of happiness,
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We rais'd our equal joy,
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The mistress of love ran o're,
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We did anew begin,
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And she blest that day
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That e're she let me in.
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But long the feasted thefts of Love
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We could not thus conceal,
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The lovely maid does pregnant prove,
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Which must our joys reveal,
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She wept and sigh'd,
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Yet still if 'twere to do again,
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She would not curse the fatal hour
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That e're she let me in.
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But who could see her charming tears,
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Her sorrows without art,
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Her long-wish'd fate with fears,
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And not resign his heart;
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We marry'd and conceal'd the Crime,
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So all was well again,
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And now she thanks the blessed hour,
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That e're she let me in.
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