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[ D]: If in the murmuring Stream by Thy Delight,
If the gay Rose, or Lilly please thy Sight;
Here the Stream murmurs,, here the Roses glow,
Here the proud Lillies rise to shade thy Brow!
L: Where’er She roves, ye Winds, around her play,
Where’er She treads, ye Flow’rs adorn her way.
From sultry Suns, ye Groves, my Charmer keep,
Ye bubbling Fountains, murmur to her Sleep!
D: Come, Delia, come, Till Delia bless these Seats,
Hide me, ye Groves, within your dark Retreats.
In hollow Groans, ye Winds, around me blow,
Ye bubbling Fountains, murmur to my Woe. […]
L: 145 Come, Rosalind, before the wint’ry Clouds
Frown o’er th’ aerial Vault, and rush in Floods;
E’er raging Storms howl o’er the frozen Plains;
Thy Charms may suffer by the Storms or Rains. […]
D: Yet, ah, forbear to urge thy homeward Way,
While sultry Suns infest the glowing Day:
The sultry Suns thy Beauties may impair!
Yet haste away! For Thou are now too Fair.
L: 146 Ah! Now I know why late the opening Buds
Clos’d up their Gems, and sicken’d in the Woods;
Why droop’d the Lilly in her snowy Pride,
And why the Rose withdrew her Sweets, and died.
For Thee, fair Rosalind, the open Buds
Closed up their Gems, and sicken’d in the Woods;
For Thee the Lilly shed her snowy Pride,
For thee the Rose withdrew her Sweets, and died.
D: See, where yon’ Vine in soft Embraces weaves
Her wanton Ringlets with the Myrtle’s Leaves,
There tun’d sweet Philomel her sprightly Lay,
145Here Wesley jumps to “A Pastoral,” picking up on page 136 (and changing the names of the dialogue
partners to match the earlier poem).
146Wesley now jumps back to p. 132 in “A Pastoral.”
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