song.—on chloris being ill（2 / 2）

ev'ry hope is fled,

ev'ry fear is terror,

slumber ev'n i dread,

ev'ry dream is horror.

long, long, &c.

hear me, powers divine!

oh, in pity, hear me!

take aught else of mine,

but my chloris spare me!

long, long, &c.