L The RELAPSE. IKE Children in a starry Night, When I beheld thofe Eyes before, I gaz'd with Wonder and Delight, Infenfible of all their Pow'r. I play'd about the Flame fo long, By all the Helps of humane Art, The fair, but fatal Influence. But, But, fince you fhine away Defpair, If once again my Vows difpleafe, A fad Relapfe we ne'er recover. SIghing and languishing I lay, A Stranger grown to all Delight, Paffing with tedious Thoughts the Day, And with unquiet Dreams the Night. For your dear fake, my only Care Till, like fome Angel from above, Can make amends for all the Grief. |