A COLLECTION OF MASONIC SONGS, ODES, &c, SONG XIX

Its' down in yonder shady grove, Philander musing chanc'd to rove, To pass dull hours away; There he espy'd a lovely maid, All on a verdant bank she laid, And thus he heard her say:

"Oh love, thou tyrant of my breast, Forbear, and let me have some rest, Or bring Philander here;

His graceful mein has stole my heart, I'm wounded by love's crud dart, I'm lost, undone, I fear!

"When first I saw this lovely youth, Whose bosom is the seat of truth, My heart was all on fire; In shining jewels he was drest, The azure blae beam'd on his breast, Love kindled new desire.

"'Twas on the last procession day, Philander stole my heart away, And lest me here to grieve; Oh! did he know that I was here, I know his tender heart sincere, He soon would me reheve."

Philander listen'd with amaze, While on her charms the youth did gaze, Young Cupid st uck his dart, "I'm come," he cry'd, "my charming maid, To heal the wound that love has made, Here take my loyal heart:

And in return pray give me thine, For I am your's, and you are mine,"— Fair Sylvia gave consent; Come let us join in wedlock's bands, They kiss'd and join'd their willing hands, Straightway to church they went.