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WHere divine Gloriana, her Palace late rear'd,
And the choicest delights, Art and Nature prepar'd,
On the bank of sweet Thames, gently gliding along;
The Love-sick Philander sate down and thus Sang:
More happy than yet any place was before,
Thou dear blest resemblance of her I adore;
All Eyes are delighted with prospect of thee,
Thou charm'st ev'ry Sense, thou charm'st ev'ry Sense,
Ah! just so does she.
As the River's clear Waves Zephyr softly does rowl,
So her breath moves the Passions, that flow in my Soul;
As the Trees by the Sun, feel a nourishing joy;
So my Heart is refresh'd by a glance from her Eye:
The Birds pretty Notes, we still hear when she speaks;
And the sweetest of Gardens, still blooms in her Cheeks;
Had I that dear bliss, for no other I'd sue;
Who enjoys this sweet Eve, who enjoys this sweet Eve,
Has all Paradise too.
