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SHORT REPOSE.

BLow on soft winds, descend soft rain,
to soothe my tender woes;
Your solemn music lulls my pain,
and gives me short repose.

The fan that makes my nature gay,
disturbs my wearied eyes,
And in dark shades I waste the day,
where echo sleeping lies.

Then pity, me, O gentle love!
and come to my relief,
Let innocence and virtue prove,
a sacrifice to grief


MY STUBBORN HEART.

TEN years like Troy, my stubborn heart,
withstood the assault of fond desire:
But now, alas! I feel the smart,
poor I, like Troy, am set on fire.

With care we may a pile secure,
and from all common sparks defend:
But, Oh! who can a house secure,
when the celestial flames descend.

Thus was I safe, till from your eyes
destructive fire are brightly given;
Ah! who can shun the warm surprise,
when lo! the light'ning comes from heaven.


Glasgow, Printed by J. & M. Robertson, Saltmarket, 1802.