SONGS, &c. EVAN BANKS. SLOW spreads the gloom my soul desires, Oh streams whose murmurs still I hear! And she, in simple beauty drest, Or where yon grot o'erhangs the tide, Ye lofty banks that Evan bound! Blest stream! she views thee haste to Clyde. Can all the wealth of India's coast Bb Swift from this desert let me part, SONG. AE fond kiss, and then we sever; Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee, I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy, Fare thee weel, thou first and fairest! Peace, enjoyment, love, and pleasure! Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans I wage thee. |