Christian Milne (Кристиан Милн)

Written in a State of Suspence

HAIL! beauteous Spring; thy smiling face
Once made me more than blest,
When Fancy taught me that I held
A place in DAMON 's breast.
He said, he lov'd me passing well;
But why did I believe?
My artless mind did ne'er suggest,
He meant but to deceive.
He kindly pour'd Love's healing balm,
When Grief my bosom swell'd;
'Twas thus he won my honest heart,
By Gratitude impell'd.
Then green-ey'd Jealousy be gone,
Nor cloud with doubts my mind;
For sure the Swain can ne'er prove false,
Who once was true and kind. 

1. A Scotch Song
2. Written during a State of Illness
3. Song 8 (Cool evening invites--let us stray)
4. Song 10 (Dear Mary! while youth's summer lasts)
5. Song 6 (Loud beats the drum--to arms! to arms!)

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