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A-LA-MODE.
But, lest the spleen should spoil her quite, 10
She takes a civil friend at night
To raise her holy raptures.

III.
Thus oft' we see a glow-worm gay
At large her fiery tail display,
Encourag'd by the dark; 15
And yet the sullen thing all day
Snug in the lonely thicket lay,
And hid the native spark. 18

A-LA-MODE.

My better self, my heav'n, my joy!
While thus imparadis'd I lie,
Transported in thy circling arms
With fresh variety of charms,
From Fate I scarce can think to crave 5
A bliss but what in thee I have.
Twelve months, my Dear! have past, since thou
Didst plight to me thy virgin vow;
Twelve months in rapture spent! for they
Seem shorter than St. Lucy's day: 10
A bright example we shall prove
Of lasting matrimonial love.
Mean-while I beg the gods to grant
(The only favour that I want)
That I may not survive, to see 15
My happiness expire with thee.