[...] Ye gentle, gentle, gentle gales that fa—..—..—..—..—..—n the Air, and wa—nton in the Flow'ry grove, and wa—nton in the Flow'ry grove, and wa—nton in the Flow'ry grove; O—h! O—h! Oh! whisper to my absent Fair, my secret pain my secret pain my endless, e—..—ndless Love; Oh! Oh! whisper to my a—bsent Fair, my secret pain my endless, e—. ndless Love; my secret pain, my secret pain my endless, en—..—dless Love: At the Breezy close of day, when She seeks some cool retreat; throw Spicy Odours in her way, and scatter Poses at her Feet. When She sees their Colours fade, and all their Pride neglected lye; let it instruct the lovely Maid, that Sweets not gather'd timely dy—..—e, that sweets up [...] [Page] [...] gather'd timely dye? when She lays her down to rest, let Auspitious Vissions show; who 'tis that Loves, who 'tis that Loves, who 'tis that Loves Cammilla best, and what, what for her, what, what for her, for her what for her I undergo; and what, what for her, what, what for her, for her, what for her I under­go; and what for her I undergo