English poem
SONG. (Say, MYRA, why is gentle Love)
by Anonymous
Say, MYRA, why is gentle Love A stranger to that mind, Which pity and esteem can move; Which can be just and kind?
Is it because you fear to share The ills that Love molest; The jealous Doubt, the tender Care, That rack the am'rous breast?
Alas! by some degree of woe We every bliss must gain: The heart can ne'er a Transport know, That never feels a Pain.
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