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Published 1784.
Lyrics: Henry Baker
The girl that I love is as mild as Aurora,
Discreet as Minerva and youthful as Flora.
Rejoic'd at her presence fond Nature looks gay;
The trees bow their heads on each side of her way.
The flowers send forth a profusion of sweet,
The grass looks more green that is trod by her feet;
The birds hover round as she trips it along,
And improve from her voice the best notes of her song.
Great Phœbus himself is delighted to see
A power more bright and all-cheering than he;
And, stopping his steeds in the midst of their way,
He gazes, forgetting to drive on the day.
The girl that I love is as mild as Aurora,
Discreet as Minerva and youthful as Flora.
Rejoic'd at her presence fond Nature looks gay;
The trees bow their heads on each side of her way.
The flowers send forth a profusion of sweet,
The grass looks more green that is trod by her feet;
The birds hover round as she trips it along,
And improve from her voice the best notes of her song.
Great Phœbus himself is delighted to see
A power more bright and all-cheering than he;
And, stopping his steeds in the midst of their way,
He gazes, forgetting to drive on the day.