Song
By Thomas Oldham
Ere Reason rose within my breast,
To enforce her sacred law,
Still would some charm, in every maid,
My veering passions draw.
But now, to calm those gales of night,
The morn her light displays;
The twinkling stars no more I view,
For only Venus sways:
The spotless heaven of genuine love
Unveil'd I wondering see,
And all that heaven, transported, claim
For Julia and for me.