James Oswald: The Progress of Love

BENEATH the Myrtle’s secret Shade
When Delia blest my Eyes,
At first I viewed the lovely Maid
In silent soft surprise;
With trembling Voice, and Anxious Mind,
I softly whispered Love,
She blush’d a Smile so sweetly kind,
Did all my fears remove;
Did all my fears remove.

Her lovely yielding form I prest,
Sweet Maddening Kisses stole;
And soon her swimming Eyes confest,
The wishes of her Soul:
In wild tumultuous Bliss I cry,
O Delia now be kind,
She prest me close and with a Sigh,
To melting joys resign’d;
To melting joys resign’d.

A Broadside Song with music, c. 1740.

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