SONG.Ah! if my voice is heard in vain,This fond, this falling, tearMay yet thy dire intent restrain,May yet dissolve my fear.Th’ unsparing wound that lays thee lowWill bend thy Julia too:Could she survive the fatal blowWho only lives in you?
Ah! if my voice is heard in vain,This fond, this falling, tearMay yet thy dire intent restrain,May yet dissolve my fear.Th’ unsparing wound that lays thee lowWill bend thy Julia too:Could she survive the fatal blowWho only lives in you?