Dispel my fears and dissipate my grief.
I’ll say the youth, for me by heaven design’d,
Is good, as lovely, constant, as he’s kind;
So smoothly shall the seasons glide along,
Till Strephon’s presence animate my song,
Then shall my pleasure as my love abound,
’Till Hymen’s rites with purest joys be crown’d.
FLAVIA.
So may you sing, and sigh your years away,
With flatt’ring hope, perch’d on the feeble spray