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James Oswald
(1710 - 1769)
Soft invader of my soul
(S./T.2Vn.Continuo)
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Pub. 1760.
Lyrics: Anon
Soft invader of my soul,
Love, who can thy pow'r control?
All that haunt earth, air and sea
Own thy force and bow to thee.
All the dear enchanting days,
Celia steals my heart away;
All the tedious livelong night,
Celia swims before my sight.
Happy, happy were the swain
Who might such a prize obtain;
Other joys he need not prove,
Bless'd enough in Celia's love.
All that temptingly beguile,
Sparkling eyes and dimpling smile,
Ev'ry charm and ev'ry grace
Dwells on charming Celia's face.
Open, gen'rous free from art,
Virtue lives within her heart:
Modesty and truth combin'd
Suit her person to her mind.
Happy, happy were the swain
Who might such a prize obtain;
Other joys he need not prove,
Bless'd enough in Celia's love.
Soft invader of my soul,
Love, who can thy pow'r control?
All that haunt earth, air and sea
Own thy force and bow to thee.
All the dear enchanting days,
Celia steals my heart away;
All the tedious livelong night,
Celia swims before my sight.
Happy, happy were the swain
Who might such a prize obtain;
Other joys he need not prove,
Bless'd enough in Celia's love.
All that temptingly beguile,
Sparkling eyes and dimpling smile,
Ev'ry charm and ev'ry grace
Dwells on charming Celia's face.
Open, gen'rous free from art,
Virtue lives within her heart:
Modesty and truth combin'd
Suit her person to her mind.
Happy, happy were the swain
Who might such a prize obtain;
Other joys he need not prove,
Bless'd enough in Celia's love.