The Injured fair/Sylvia's marriage

SYLVIA'S MARRIAGE.

SYlvia was tender, ſoft and young,
the wonder of the plain;
the theme of every ſhepherd's ſong,
and author of his pain.

To gaze on her, each am'rous boy
would waſte the live long day;
Let wolves his helpleſs lambs deſtroy,
and flocks unheaded ſtray.

But Sylvia, raſh, unthinking maid,
too fondly turn'd a wife;
Let all her blooming beauties fade,
and loſt the ſweets of life.

So on the tree the bluſhing roſe,
charms all beholding eyes;
But pluck'd and torn from whence it grows,
it withers, fades, and dies.

FINIS.