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THE PHOENIX.
ONCE more kind Mines it is your duty,
for to infuse me with verse sublime.
My subject surely is now amusing.
as you have choose me for to define.
Ye mangling Poets don’t dare oppose me,
for now my notions are rais’d on high.
Kind gods support me thro' these my posie,
in you I glory and still rely.
One pleasant evening for recreation,
as I was ranging down by the shore,
I spied a maiden, a lovely fair one,
I thought her Venus sprung from the foam.
In admiration on her I gazed,
in deep amazement I stood to view,
This second Phoenix exceeding nature,
and for to praise her it is my due.
To you fair Sabra in all her charms,
or chaste Diana can’t equalize,
Nor she whom Paris as is recorded,
was pleas'd to order the Golden Prize.
The bright Aurora in all her glory,
or goddess Flora you far outvie.
My brain is roving in sad emotions,
I must adore you until I die.
You are an angel, you’re good and pleasing,
your fine behaviour enchanted me.
Your chains are heavy, I’m doom’d to wear them,
I wish sincerely for liberty.
