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Come all you pretty fair maids,
a warning take by me,
See that you quit night-walking,
and seun bad company.
CELIA and DAMON.
A dawn of hope my soul revives,
and banishes despair;
If yet my dearest Damon lives,
make him, ye gods your care.
Dispel these gloomy shades of night,
my tender grief remove;
Oh! send some cheering ray of light,
and guide me to my love.
Thus, in a secret friendly shade,
the pensive Celia mourn’d;
While courteous Echo lent her aid,
and sigh for sigh return’d.
When sudden, Damon’s well-known face,
each rising fear disarms:
He, eager, springs to her embrace,
she sinks into his arms.
