Part of Lyric Harmony

Philiosophy no Remedy fo Love


Long had I borne of Love and Pain,
and long in silence drag'd his Chain
with Resolution ne'er to tell
the Love i bore to Isabel.

The Fire she kindled in my Breast,
PHILOSOPHY would have suppress'd;
But in that Breast Love took its stand,
Triumphant with a burning Brand.

Dear Isabel, thou much-lov'd Maid,
Bring to a bleeding Heart thine Aid:
Thou hast the Fountain thou the Pow'r,
To quench a Flame that would devour.

To ease me of the thrilling Smart,
To wrench the Dagger from my Heart;
And to apply a Hand divine,
O! GODDESS of my Soul is thine.