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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