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HAil to the Myrtle Shade,
All hail to the Nymphs of the Field :
Kings will not here invade,
Tho' Vertue all Freedom yields,
Beauty here opens her Arms,
To soften the languishing Mind ;
And Phillis unlocks her Charms :
Ah Phillis ! ah ! why so kind ?
Phillis, the Soul of Love,
The Joy of Neighbouring Swains :
Phillis that crowns the Groves,
And Phillis that gilds the Plains :
Phillis that ne'er had the Skill,
To paint, or to patch, or to be fine ;
Yet Phillis, whose Eyes can kill,
Whom Nature has made Divine.
Phillis, whose charming Tongue,
Makes Labour and Pain a Delight ;
Phillis that makes the Day young,
And shortens the live-long Night :
Phillis, whose Lips like May,
Still laugh at the Sweets they bring,
Where Love never knew Decay,
But sets with eternal Spring.
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