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For I have lov'd thee very long,

And loy'd thee very well.

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III.

To native skies and peaceful bow'rs,

I soon shall wing my way; Where joy shall lead the circling hours,

Unless too long thy stay.

IV.

O speed, fair Sun! thy course divine ;

My Abala remove;

There thy bright beams shall ever shine,

And I for ever love :

V.

On those blest shores, a slave no more!

In peaceful ease I'll stray ;

Or rouse to chace the mountain boar,

As unconfin’d as day.

Nam te, quàm longo, te fum complexus amore !

Et, quàm fidus erat, tàm diuturnus amor,

III.

Tempus adest, quo jam nullâ prohibente catena,

In patriæ cælos, dulciaque arva volo,

Quo mihi risura est felix, ut præterit, hora ;

Si tamen adfueris, lætior omnis erit.

IV.

Quin tu, magne parens lucis, devolvere cursus

Præscriptos properes, hinc Abalamque move; Hinc procul in sedes, quêis incorrupta micabit

Lux tua, quêis et amor vivet in æva meus :

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VI.

No Christian tyrant there is known

To mark his steps with blood,

Nor sable mis’ry's piercing moan

Resounds through ev'ry wood !

VII.

Yet I have heard the melting tongue,

Have seen the falling tear ;
Known the good heart by pity wrung,

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But, know, pale tyrant, 'tis not thine

Eternal war to wage ;

The

Nullus ubi furit invisus pallore tyrannus ;

Ut libet, aut nostro terra cruore madet :

VI.

Nullus ibi noftras, lentä spectacula mortis,

Per sylvas gemitum tristem iterare folet.

Hic tamen auditæ voces miserantis, et inter

Voces nonnunquam lacryma visa genis :

VII.

Heu ! modò nonnunquam ; numero nam rarus in isto,

Qui flet, et in miseros mitia corda gerit: Ergo age, fi poteris, fatia te sanguine noftro;

Dum cruciare tuum'est, dum mifer esse meum.

VIII.

Ergo age, jam circum flammas accende ferales,

Corpus et hoc lacerum vis furibunda necet :

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The death, tnou giv'st, shall but combine :

To mock thy baffled rage.

X.

O! death, how welcome to th' opprest !

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Her silver light on tow'r and tree :
When Mary laid her down to sleep,

Her thoughts on Sandy far at sea,

Then

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