LINESUPON MADEMOISELLE DELPHINE SAULOTSinging some equisite AirsIN THE GARDENS OF MOUSSEAU, NEAR PARIS.In Mousseau’s sweet Arcadian daleFair Delphine pours the plaintive strain;She charms the list’ning nightingale,And seems th’ enchantress of the plain.Bless’d be those lips, to music dear;Sweet songstress! never may they moveBut with such sounds, to soothe the ear,And melt the yielding heart to love.May sorrow never bid them pourFrom the torn heart one suff’ring sigh;But be thy life a fragrant flow’r,Blooming beneath a cloudless sky!
Singing some equisite Airs
In Mousseau’s sweet Arcadian daleFair Delphine pours the plaintive strain;She charms the list’ning nightingale,And seems th’ enchantress of the plain.Bless’d be those lips, to music dear;Sweet songstress! never may they moveBut with such sounds, to soothe the ear,And melt the yielding heart to love.May sorrow never bid them pourFrom the torn heart one suff’ring sigh;But be thy life a fragrant flow’r,Blooming beneath a cloudless sky!