Ah! would these joyous moments last;

Vain HOPE! the gay delusions past,

That voice!—ah! no, 'tis but the blast,

Which echoes through the neighbouring grove.

11.

But when awake, your lips I seek,

And clasp enraptur'd all your charms,

So chill's the pressure of your cheek,

I fold a statue in my arms.

12.

If thus, when to my heart embrac'd,

No pleasure in your eyes is trac'd,

You may be prudent, fair, and chaste,

But ah! my girl, you do not love.

[pg 10] 

[pg 10]

TO MARIA ——

Since now the hour is come at last,

When you must quit your anxious lover,

Since now, our dream of bliss is past,

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