The Souldiers Departure
From his Love:
OR,
The Damosels hope of his happy Return.
What tho' my love has crost said she,
o're Neptunes throbbing breast:
Yet I again my dear shall see,
in whom I shall be blest.
To a pleasant new Tune; Or, The Doubting Virgin.
This may be Printed. R.P.
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NOw my love has crost the Ocean,
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and has left me on the shore;
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I will pray for his Promotion
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whom I dearly do adore:
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Never will I be faint-hearted,
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tears I ever will refrain,
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Tho' we are at present parted,
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I shall see my love again.
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I am pleas'd to tell the Story
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of his right Heroick fame,
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Sounding forth his worthy Glory,
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to the World I do proclaim:
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His victorious Foes subdueing,
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where some Thousands has been slain,
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None shall ever prove his Ruine,
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i'll imbrace my love again.
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I have seen my love in Battel,
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where the Cannons tore the ground,
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And the Warlike Drums did rattle,
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yet he ne'r receiv'd a wound:
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Heaven always did befriend him,
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while he did each fight maintain,
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And I hope to me will send him,
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for to see him once again.
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There is few that e're excell'd him,
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being always train'd to fight,
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Oftentimes I have beheld him,
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in his shining Armour bright:
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Now he's in another Nation,
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where I hope he'l purchase fame,
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Then without all disputation,
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I shall see my love again.
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For his mind did never Waver,
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he is true to what he shows,
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Being of a sweet behaviour,
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he's belov'd wheree're he goes:
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Therefore I am Joys possessing,
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which doth mittigate my pain,
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Hoping for that happy Blessing,
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to imbrace my love again.
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Often in a silent slumber
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he I fancy in my arms,
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Giving kisses out of number,
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and a thousand pleasing charms:
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Waking does my joys devour,
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all alone I then remain:
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Yet I hope to see that hour,
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to embrace my love again.
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Thus his absence does not grieve me,
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nothing can my joys remove,
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For he never will deceive me,
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but is loyal to his love:
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May he be from dangers guided,
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while abroad he does remain,
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Then tho' we are now divided,
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I shall see my love again.
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Night and day, I do declare it,
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he is running in my mind,
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True it is I can't forbear it,
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I am so to love inclin'd:
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Yet it is no more then reason
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that in love I should remain,
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Wishing for that happy Season,
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to imbrace him once again.
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When he from my presence parted,
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here behold the Words he said,
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Love I will be loyal hearted,
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he to me this promise made.
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I have reason to believe him,
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that did ne'r his credit stain,
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In my Arms I shall receive him,
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to imbrace him once again.
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In my love I took much pleasure,
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who would never me molest,
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All his tender words i'll treasure,
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in the Closet of my breast:
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Where my fainting heart they cherish,
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when it is opprest with pain,
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Till he does return to nourish
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me his Loyal Love again.
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