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528. Song—On Chloris being ill

 Chorus—Long, long the night,
 Heavy comes the morrow
While my soul’s delight
 Is on her bed of sorrow.
CAN I cease to care? Can I cease to languish, While my darling Fair Is on the couch of anguish? Long, long, &c.
Ev’ry hope is fled, Ev’ry fear is terror, Slumber ev’n I dread, Ev’ry dream is horror.
Long, long, &c.
Hear me, Powers Divine! Oh, in pity, hear me! Take aught else of mine, But my Chloris spare me! Long, long, &c.

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