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- O! had my Fate been joind with thine,
- As once this pledge appeard a token,
- These follies had not, then, been mine,
- For, then, my peace had not been broken.
2
- To thee, these early faults I owe,
- To thee, the wise and old reproving:
- They know my sins, but do not know
- Twas thine to break the bonds of loving.
3
- For once my soul, like thine, was pure,
- And all its rising fires could smother;
- But, now, thy vows no more endure,
- Bestowd by thee upon another.
4
- Perhaps, his peace I could destroy,
- And spoil the blisses that await him;
- Yet let my Rival smile in joy,
- For thy dear sake, I cannot hate him.
5
- Ah! since thy angel form is gone,
- My heart no more can rest with any;
- But what it sought in thee alone,
- Attempts, alas! to find in many.
6
- Then, fare thee well, deceitful Maid!
- Twere vain and fruitless to regret thee;
- Nor Hope, nor Memory yield their aid,
- But Pride may teach me to forget thee.
7
- Yet all this giddy waste of years,
- This tiresome round of palling pleasures;
- These varied loves, these matrons fears,
- These thoughtless strains to Passions measures
8
- If thou wert mine, had all been hushd:
- This cheek, now pale from early riot,
- With Passions hectic neer had flushd,
- But bloomd in calm domestic quiet.
9
- Yes, once the rural Scene was sweet,
- For Nature seemd to smile before thee;
- And once my Breast abhorrd deceit,
- For then it beat but to adore thee.
10
- But, now, I seek for other joys
- To think, would drive my soul to madness;
- In thoughtless throngs, and empty noise,
- I conquer half my Bosoms sadness.
11
- Yet, even in these, a thought will steal,
- In spite of every vain endeavor;
- And fiends might pity what I feel
- To know that thou art lost for ever.
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