A Song

To be gazing on those charms,
To be folded in those arms,
To unite my lips with those
Whence eternal sweetness flows;
To be lov'd by one so fair
Is to be blest beyond compare.

On that bosom to recline,
While that hand is lock'd in mine;
In those eyes myself to view,
Gazing still and still on you.
To be lov'd by one so fair
Is to be blest beyond compare.