THE WISH.
Where’s my Olivia, tell me where?
Oh! could she all my pleasures share;
Oh! could she—— No— That thought restrain,
She must not, shall not share my pain.
How oft with her I’ve rang’d the fields,
Pleas’d with the blessings friendship yields;
Contented then, no more desir’d,
And only sung what it inspir’d.
Soon may she come, and with her bring