THE CHARMS of MELODY, SONG 73

By him we love offended, How soon our anger flies! One day apart, 'tis ended, Behold him, and it dies! Last night, your roving brother, Enrag'd, I bade depart, And sure his rude presumption Deserv'd to lose my heart. Yet were he now before me, In spite of injur'd pride, I fear my eyes would pardon, Before my tongue could chide. By him we love, &c.

With truth, the bold deceiver To me thus often said, "In vain would Clara flight me, "In vain would she upbraid! "No scorn those lips discover, "Where dimples laugh the while. "No frown appears resentful, "Where heav'n has stamp'd a smile!"