Farewell all joys! when he is gone, That fill'd each hour with pleasure, To waves and wind, Not half so kind, I must resign this treasure. Whilst I with pensive look, and tears, This cruel absence mourn, With moving sighs, and panting fears, Court them for his return.
That happy minute, when it comes, Will satisfaction give; Tho' I endure, I'm then most sure In lasting love to live. In my Alexis' godlike mind, None can destroy that bliss; He must be faithful, true, and kind, And I forever his.