A
SONG
.
I.
IN
Vain
I
strive
with
Female
Art
,
To
hide
the
Motions
of
my
Heart
;
My
Eyes
my
secret
Flame
declare
,
And
Damon
reads
his
Triumph
there
.
II
.
When
from
his
fond
,
his
ardent
Gaze
,
With
Frowns
I
turn
aside
my
Face
;
My
Cheeks
with
conscious
Blushes
glow
,
And
all
my
Soul's
Disorder
show
.
III
.
Or
when
with
seeming
Scorn
I
hear
The
Youth
his
tender
Vows
prefer
;
From
my
fond
Breast
reluctant
steals
A
Sigh
,
and
all
the
Truth
reveals
.
IV
.
Oh
Love
,
all-powerful
o'er
the
Mind
,
Art
thou
to
rigid
rules
confin'd
?
And
must
the
Heart
that
owns
thy
Sway
,
That
Tyrant
Customs
Laws
obey
?
V.
Oh
!
let
me
break
the
cruel
Chain
,
And
freely
own
my
tender
Pain
:
By
harsh
Restraint
no
longer
sway'd
,
Confirm
whate'er
my
Eyes
have
said
.