THE CHARMS of MELODY, SONG 70

Attend, ye nymphs, while I impart The secret wishes of my heart; And tell what swain, if one there be, Whom fate designs for love and me,

Let reason o'er his thoughts preside: Let honour all his acions guide. Stedfast in virtue let him be, The swain design'd for love and me.

Let solid sense inform his mind, With pure good nature sweetly join'd: Sure friend to modest merit be The swain designd for love and me.

Where sorrow prompts the pensive sigh— Where grief bedews the drooping eye— Melting in sympathy, I see The swain design'd for love and me.

Let sordid av'rice claim no part Within his tender, gen'rous heart. Oh! be that heart from falshood free, Devoted all to love and me.