SONG. (Away, pale fear and ghastly terror)

Away, pale fear and ghastly terror! Fly, at a parent's voice away! Correcting every youthful error, She deigns to bid, and I obey:

And oh, my heart! thou murmur'st treason, Perturb'd and frighten'd thus, to move; This sacrifice I make to reason, Lie still, poor flutt'rer, and approve!