The last humble boon that I crave, Is to shade me with cypress and yew; And when she looks down on my grave, Let her own that her shepherd was true. Then to her new love let her go, And frolic it all the long day; No more shall be talk'd off, or seen, Unless when beneath the pale moon, His ghost shall glide over the green. SONG, AH, WILLOW. TO A- -D -IN HER SICKNESS5. To the brook and the willow that heard him com plain, Ah, willow, willow, Poor Colin sat weeping, and told them his pain; Ah willow, willow; ah willow, willow. Sweet stream, he cried sadly, I'll teach thee to flow. Ah, willow, &c. And the waters shall rise to the brink with my woe. Ah, willow, &c. All restless, and painful poor Amoret lies, And counts the sad moments of time as it flies. To the nymph my heart loves, ye soft slumbers repair; Ah, willow, &c. Spread your downy wings o'er her and make her your care, Ah, willow, &c. Dear brook, were thy chance near her pillow to creep, Ah, willow, &c. Perhaps thy soft murmurs might lull her to sleep. Ah, willow, &c. Let me be kept waking, my eyes never close, So the sleep that I lose brings my fair one repose, But if I am doom'd to be wretched indeed; If the loss of my dear-one, my love is decreed; If no more my sad heart by those eyes shall be chear'd; Ah, willow, &c. If the voice of my warbler no more shall be heard; Ah, willow, &c. Believe me, thou fair-one; thou dear-one believe, Ah, willow, &c. Few sighs to thy loss, and few tears will I give. Ah, willow, &c, One fate to thy Colin and thee shall be ty'd, And soon lay thy shepherd close by thy cold side. Then run, gentle brook; and to lose thyself, haste; Ah, willow, &c. Fade thou too, my willow, this verse is my last; Ah, willow, willow; ah, willow, willow. SONG. Think not, while gayer swains invite Thou art the world's delighted guest, I will not say how well, how long, This faithful heart has sigh'd for thee; But leave thee happier swains among, Content, if thou contented be. But Laura, should Misfortune's wand Then, thoughtless of my own distress, THE SIGH. When youth his fairy reign began, And when, along the waves of woe, |