The Lover's Triumph
Ye beauteous nymphs and jovial swains,
Who worship at Cytherea's shrine,
With joyful echoes fill the plains,
For now the fair Olinda's mine.
Ye chirping birds, convey your notes
Through all the regions of the air;
And stretch your little warbling throats
To tell she's kind, as well as fair.
Who worship at Cytherea's shrine,
With joyful echoes fill the plains,
For now the fair Olinda's mine.
Ye chirping birds, convey your notes
Through all the regions of the air;
And stretch your little warbling throats
To tell she's kind, as well as fair.
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