THE happiest Mortals once were we,
I lov'd Myra, Myra me; Each desirous of the Blessing, Nothing wanting but Possessing;
I lov'd Myra, Myra me;
The happiest Mortals once were we.
II.
But since cruel Fates dissever,
Torn from Love, and torn for ever, Tortures end me, Death befriend me;
Of all Pains the greatest Pain
Is to love—and love in vain.
