A Song to a Fair Young Lady going out of Town in the Spring

ASK not the Cause, why sullen Spring

So long delays her flow’rs to bear;

Why warbling Birds forget to sing,

And Winter Storms invert the Year?

Chloris is gone; and Fate provides

To make it Spring, where she resides.

Chloris is gone, the Cruel Fair;

She cast not back a pitying Eye:

But left her Lover in Despair,

To sigh, to languish, and to die:

Ah, how can those fair Eyes endure

To give the wounds they will not cure!

Great God of Love, why hast thou made

A Face that can all Hearts command,

That all Religions can invade,

And change the Laws of ev’ry Land?

Where thou hadst plac’d such Pow’r before,

Thou shou’dst have made her Mercy more.

When Chloris to the Temple comes,

Adoring Crowds before her Fall;

She can restore the Dead from Tombs,

And every Life but mine recall.

I only am by Love design’d

To be the Victim for Mankind.