ABSTRACT
[First published in The World, 9 June 1789.] And by the tear which dew’d thy cheek! And by the sigh which swell’d thy breast, Ah! pity what I must not speak, Yet feel too much, if unexprest. Long as the vital spark shall glow, May Peace and Pleasure wait on thee; Unruffled ev’ry rapture know, Nor lose one precious thought on Me! Though long inur’d to all the woes Which pensive Lovers fondly bear, For Thy dear sake I’ll seek repose, And find it in Affection’s Pray’r. Perhaps, when absence must divide The Youth who loves so well – so true! Remembrance at thy lovely side, May whisper what I felt and knew. Philander
