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I. LOVE : PERSONAL 89
No. 94. Mark yonder pomp of costly fashion^
Tune : Deil tak the Wars (see No. 89).
Mark yonder pomp of costly fashion
Round the wealthy, titled bride ; But, when compar'd with real passion, Poor is all that princely pride.
What are the showy treasures?
What are the noisy pleasures ? The gay, gaudy glare of vanity and art!
The polish'd jewel's blaze
May draw the wond'ring gaze,
And courtly grandeur bright
The fancy may delight, But never, never can come near the heart.
But did you see my dearest Chloris
In sImplicity's array, Lovely as yonder sweet opening flower is, Shrinking from the gaze of day !
O then, the heart alarming
And all resistless charming, In Love's delightful fetters she chains the willing soul!
Ambition would disown
The world's Imperial crown !
Ev'n Avarice would deny
His worshipp'd deity, And feel thro' every vein Love's raptures roll!
No. 95. Ah, Chloris, since it may not be.
Tune : Major Graham (see No. 152).
Ah, Chloris, since it may not be
That thou of love wilt hear, If from the lover thou maun flee,
Yet let the friend be dear.
Altho' I love my Chloris mair
Than ever tongue could tell, My passion I will ne'er declare
I'll say, I wish thee well.
Tho' a* my daily care thou art,
And a' my nightly dream, I'll hide the struggle in my heart,
And say it is esteem.