A gentle Mistress sooth’d my heart.
With these, whilst every care was charm’d,
The choicest gifts of Heaven combin’d,
Higeia’s power my bosom warm’d,
And love spread sunshine o’er my mind.
In yonder vale Philander lies,
Embalm’d with friendship’s choicest tear;
Where those o’er-arching shades arise,
I sorrow’d o’er a brother’s bier.
Yet stream’d my eyes, yet bled each wound,