And when she goes away, 'tis night.
Chor. When fair Clarinda comes in sight, &c.
Wom. sings. 'Tis sweet the blushing morn to view;
And plains adorned with pearly dew:
But such cheap delights to see,
Heaven and nature
Give each creature;
They have eyes, as well as we;
This is the joy, all joys above,
To see, to see,