Felicity Found and Fixt

By Ev'ning Floods my Songs have rose, Amid the waving Trees, Calm as the peaceful Floods repose, And gentle as the Breeze.

There oft I've had my LORD my Guest, Ye Shades, my Joys proclaim! I've pour'd my Raptures in his Breast, He felt the mutual Flame.

Oh! how his ardent Bosom beats! His Eyes enchanting shine! "I'm my Beloved's, he repeats, "And my Beloved's mine.

"The Cross, with all its various Smart, "And killing Pangs I bore; " 'Twas all to win and six thy Heart, "Ne'er to forsake me more.

Canst thou, my Soul, fir'd with these Charms, After a Rival rove! Canst, thou, in thy inconstant Arms, Embrace another Love!