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<HEAD>The Di&s;pairing Youths Grief Crowned with Joy and Happine&s;s, By the Return of his Dear LOVE.</HEAD>
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<L><HI>For&s;aken Lovers thus Complain,</HI></L>
<L><HI>nay, and for Death will call;</HI></L>
<L><HI>But when their Loves return again,</HI></L>
<L><HI>amends is made for all.</HI></L>
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<OPENER><HI>To the Tune of, <HI>Black and Sullen hour.</HI></HI></OPENER>
<P>This may be Printed, R.P.</P>
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<L>ADieu my Dear whom I adore,</L>
<L>thou art the cau&s;e of all my grief,</L>
<L>I never &s;hall behold thee more,</L>
<L>here am I left without Relief:</L>
<L>It was in thee I plac'd my chiefe&s;t Bli&s;s,</L>
<L>But now thy Company I mi&s;s;</L>
<L><HI>But now thy Company I mi&s;s;</HI></L>
<L>Alas! what Grief and Torment's this!</L>
<L><HI>Alas! what Grief and Torment's this!</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>I mu&s;t exclaim again&s;t you now,</L>
<L>who&s;e heart will not wi<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">h pitty move,</L>
<L>Could you &s;o &s;oon forget your Uow,</L>
<L>and violate the Laws of Love!</L>
<L>No Creature e're ador'd you more than I,</L>
<L>Yet, yet I here in &s;orrow lye:</L>
<L><HI>Yet, yet I here,</HI> &amp;c.</L>
<L>And all through your Incon&s;tancy,</L>
<L><HI>And all through your Incon&s;tancy.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>When I am in my Nights Repo&s;e,</L>
<L>methinks I have her in my Arms,</L>
<L>Where I mo&s;t tenderly inclo&s;e</L>
<L>thee with a thou&s;and plea&s;ing Charms:</L>
<L>But when I wake and find it nothing &s;o,</L>
<L>My heart is fill'd with Grief and woe;</L>
<L><HI>My heart,</HI> &amp;c</L>
<L>Alas! I know not where to go;</L>
<L><HI>Alas I know not where to go.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>F<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="3 letters"> would I ca&s;t thee from my mind,</L>
<L>but yet alas! 'tis all in vain;</L>
<L>No joy or Comfort can I find,</L>
<L>while you requite me with di&s;dain:</L>
<L>And leave me here a Lover quite forlorn,</L>
<L>Well may I wi&s;h I'de ne'r been born;</L>
<L><HI>Well may,</HI> &amp;c.</L>
<L>Then live the object of your &s;corn;</L>
<L><HI>then live the Object of your &s;corn.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>Since I am thus in &s;orrow &s;lain,</L>
<L>by the departure of my dear,</L>
<L>You gentle Winds that Fans the Plains,</L>
<L>convey the&s;e tydings to my Dear:</L>
<L>And let her under&s;tand my grief and woe.</L>
<L>Who knows but &s;he may pitty &s;how;</L>
<L><HI>Who knows</HI> &amp;c.</L>
<L>Why &s;hould &s;he &s;eek my overthrow?</L>
<L><HI>Why &s;hould &s;he &s;eek my overthrow?</HI></L>
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<L>He had no &s;ooner &s;poke this word,</L>
<L>but then her heart began to yern,</L>
<L>No longer Grief &s;he could afford,</L>
<L>&s;aid &s;he, I perfectly di&s;cern</L>
<L>Thy Love is Loyal, therefore till I dye,</L>
<L>Take hand and heart, my dear, for why;</L>
<L><HI>Take hand and heart,</HI> &amp;c.</L>
<L>I cannot leave thee, no not I;</L>
<L><HI>I cannot leave thee, no not.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>Then turned he his head a&s;ide,</L>
<L>mo&s;t chearfully he then did &s;eem,</L>
<L>Is this my Iewel? he reply'd,</L>
<L>or is it &s;ome deluding Dream?</L>
<L>No, no, 'tis I, then leave lamenting e're,</L>
<L>For all thy ble&s;&s;ings i'le re&s;tore;</L>
<L><HI>For all thy,</HI> &amp;c.</L>
<L>We ne'r will be divided more;</L>
<L><HI>We ne'r will be divided more.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>Tho' I withdrew my &s;elf &s;ome time,</L>
<L>it was to prove thy Con&s;tancy,</L>
<L>But deare&s;t pardon me this Crime,</L>
<L>who from my promi&s;e cannot flye:</L>
<L>My heart in purity I &s;till did &s;ave,</L>
<L>VVhich none alive but thee &s;hall have;</L>
<L><HI>Which none alive but thee &s;hall have:</HI></L>
<L>I come to heal the wound I gave;</L>
<L><HI>I come to heal the Wound I gave.</HI></L>
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<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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<P><HI>Printed for</HI> P. Brooksby, <HI>in</HI> Pye-Corner.</P>
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