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When love is crown'd & fortune kind May that blest swain, whom I hate Be proud of his distinguish'd fate Each happy night he like the first And he be blest, as I am curst. 4 While in these pathless woods I stray And lose my solitary way Talk to the stars, to trees complain And tell the senseless woods my pain: But madness spares the sacred name Nor dares the hidden wound proclaim Which secret rankling sure, & slow Shall close in endless peace my woe. 5 When this fond heart shall ake no more And all the ills of life are o'er If Gods by lover's pray'rs are mov'd As every God in heav'n has lov'd Instead of bright Elysian joys That unknown something in the skies In recompense of all my pain The only heaven I would obtain May I the guardian of her charms Preserve that paradise from harms.
