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O! gather from thy Nelly's charms,
that sweet, that graceful ease;
That blushing modesty that warms;
that native art to please!
Come then, my Love! O come along!
and feed me with thy charms;
Come, fair inspirer of my song,
O fill my longing arms!
A flame like mine can never die,
while charms so bright as thine,
So heav'nly fair, so bright the eye,
and fill the soul divine!
O GENTLE SLEEP.
TO thee, O gentle sleep, alone,
is owing all our peace;
By thee our joys are height'ned shown,
by thee our sorrows cease.
The nymphs whose hand, by fraud or force,
some tyrants are possess'd;
By thee obtaining a divorce.
in her own choice is bless'd.
Oh! Stay, Arpasia bids thee stay,
the sadly weeping fair,
Conjures thee not to lose one day,
the object of her care.
To grasp those pleasing forms she thougut,
that moment chas'd her sleep;
Thus by ourselves are oftenest wrought,
the griefs for which we weep.
