A New Love Song.
THe night her blackest Sables wore,
All gloomy were the Skies,
And glittering Stars there were more
Than those in Celia's Eyes,
When at her Fathers Gate I Knockt,
Where I had often been,
And shrowded only in her Smock,
The fair one let me in.
Fast lock'd within my close embrace
She trembling lay,
Asham'd her swelling Breast,
And gave me way;
She's fair and pretty I have said,
My eager passion I obey'd,
Resolv'd the Fort to win,
And her fond heart was soon betray'd
To yield and let me in.
None but the envying Gods Conquest,
Or Lovers blest,
As I to what degrees of happiness,
We rais'd our equal joy,
The mistress of love ran o're,
We did anew begin,
And she blest that day
That e're she let me in.
But long the feasted thefts of Love
VVe could not thus conceal,
The lovely maid does pregnant prove,
VVhich must our joys reveal,
She wept and sigh'd,
Yet still if 'twere to do again,
She would not curse the fatal hour
That e're she let me in.
But who could see her charming tears,
Her sorrows without art,
Her long-wish'd fate with fears,
And not resign his heart;
VVe marry'd and conceal'd the Crime,
So all was well again,
And now she thanks the blessed hour,
That e're she let me in.