Ah! the shepherd's mournful fate

Ah! the shepherd's mournful fate! When doom'd to love, and doom'd to languish, To bear the scornful fair one's hate, Nor dare disclose his anguish.

Yet eager looks and dying sighs, My secret soul discover, While rapture trembling thro' my eyes Reveals how much I love her.

The tender glance, the redd'ning cheek, O'erspread with rising blushes, A thousand various ways they speak A thousand various wishes.

For oh! that sorm so heav'nly fair, Those languid eyes so sweetly smiling. That artless blush, and modest air, So artfully beguiling!

Thy ev'ry look, and ev'ry grace So charms whene'er I view thee, Till death o'ertake me in the chase, Still will my hopes pursue thee.

Then when my tedious hours are past Be this last blessing given, Low at thy feet to breathe my last, And die in sight of Heaven.