THE American Mock-Bird, OR SONGSTER's DELIGHT, SONG CCVI

Love, then Bare of soft Content Love, thou in auspicious Guest; Say, say, oh! why thy Shaft was sent To this once my peaceful Breast: Sweet as first I thought the Passion, Fancy still new Joys cou'd see; But now how sad an Alteration, Damon flies from Love and me.

Thus Sylvia in the conscious Grove, All sweetly plantive mourn'd, When Damon chanc'd that Way to rove, And to the Nymph return'd: He sigh'd Repentance at her Feet, She smil'd upon the Swain; And each fond Heart responsive beat To Love and Joy again.