Lying Lover, The - Song

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1.

The rolling Years the Joys restore,
Which happy happy Britain knew,
When in a Female Age before
Beauty the Sword of Justice drew.

2.

Nymphs, and Fauns, and Rural Powers
Of christal Floods, and shady Bowers,
No more shall here preside:
The flowing Wave, and living Green
Owe only to their present Queen
Their Safety and their Pride.

3.

United Air, and Pleasures bring,
Of tender Note, and tuneful String:
All your Arts devoted are
To move the Innocent and Fair;
While they receive the pleasing Wound,
Eccho repeats the dying Sound.
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