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> >He shew'd me lilies for my hair, > And blushing roses for my brow; >He led me through his gardens fair, > Where all his golden pleasures grow. > >With sweet May dews my wings were wet, > And Phoebus fir'd my vocal rage; >He caught me in his silken net, > And shut me in his golden cage. > >He loves to sit and hear me sing, > Then, laughing, sports and plays with me; >Then stretches out my golden wing, > And...