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Twelve songs by William Jackson of Exeter. Op. XVI. London, 1793.
Lyrics: Anon
Here, Sylvia, let thy beauty beam;
Too long the valleys have been blest,
Too long the fountain's envied stream
Has borne thy image on its breast.
Haste then to him who calls, whose sigh
In ev'ry zephyr seeks thy grove;
To tell what sorrow dims his eye,
While absence holds thee from his love.
Oh! if thou hear my anxious pray'r,
Return and ev'ry bliss impart,
If aught that I possess be fair
And hold a charm for Sylvia's heart.
Yet, yet I fear my sighs are vain,
The anxious swains implore thy stay;
Whose flight would sadden all the plain,
And bear their first delight away.
Here, Sylvia, let thy beauty beam;
Too long the valleys have been blest,
Too long the fountain's envied stream
Has borne thy image on its breast.
Haste then to him who calls, whose sigh
In ev'ry zephyr seeks thy grove;
To tell what sorrow dims his eye,
While absence holds thee from his love.
Oh! if thou hear my anxious pray'r,
Return and ev'ry bliss impart,
If aught that I possess be fair
And hold a charm for Sylvia's heart.
Yet, yet I fear my sighs are vain,
The anxious swains implore thy stay;
Whose flight would sadden all the plain,
And bear their first delight away.