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

Night, to Lovers Joys a Friend, Swiftly thy Assistance lend! Lock up envious prying Day, Bring the willing Youth away.

Haste, Oh! speed the tedious Hours, To the secret happy Bowers; Then my Heart for Bliss prepare, Thyrsis surely will be there!

See the hateful Day is gone, Welcome Evening now comes on; Soon to meet my Dear I fly, None but Love shall then be by.

None shall dare to venture near, To tell the plighted Vows they hear; Parting thence will be thy Pain, But we part to meet again.

Don't you feel a pleasing Smart, Gently stealing to your Heart, Fondly hope, and fondly sigh? For my Shepherd oft do I.

Wish in Hymen's Bands to join, I'll be your's, and you'll be mine; Tell me, Thyrsis, tell me this, Tell me when, and tell me yes.

Farewel, loit'ring idle Day, To my dear, I hie away; On the Wings of Love I go, He the ready Way will show.

Peace, my Heart, no Danger fear, Love, and Thyrsis both are near; 'Tis the Youth, I'm sure 'tis he, Night, how much I owe to thee.