_C Ye verdant hills (#23)  
       
_C Extra verses  
       
       
_NF  
_M+150 
In vain would age his ice bespread,  
To numb each gay desire; 
Tho' sev'nty winters hoar my head, 
My heart is still on fire. 
By ossy fount and grot I rove,   
And gently murmur songs of love. 
       
       
       
Oh, sweetest of thy lovely race, 
Unveil thy matchless charms; 
Let me adore that angel's face;  
And die within thy arms; 
My ceaseless pangs thy bosom move, 
And grant the just returns of love.  
       
_NP