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PAST is the hour, forever flown, |
That purest bliss forever gone,![]() |
The time was eve, how clear the sky!![]() Nor one intruding mortal nigh, ![]() |
Timid I did to her unfold![]() But n'er so clumsily was told ![]() |
Yet Philis heard me not displeas'd,--![]() |
Dawn'd now my day! my heart was eas'd,![]() |
Eternal constancy I swore, |
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Now Philis, Stephen loves no more,![]() |
Another swain to Philis vows, |
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"Ah! Philis, he may break his vows,![]() |
"Tho' he than Stephen richer be;![]() |
"Yet boast he not such constancy,![]() |
Still she permits the butterfly![]() |
And leaves her constant swain to die,![]() |
Thus Stephen sung beneath the shade,![]() |
While tell-tale winds, that round him play'd,![]() ![]() |
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