Yes, fairest Proof of Beauty's Pow'r, br Dear Idol of My panting Heart, br Nature points This my fatal Hour: br And I have liv'd; and We must part. br br While now I take my last Adieu, br Heave Thou no Sigh, nor shed a Tear; br Lest yet my half-clos'd Eye may view br On Earth an Object worth it's Care. br br From Jealousy's tormenting Strife br For ever be Thy Bosom free'd: br That nothing may disturb Thy Life, br Content I hasten to the Dead. br br Yet when some better-fated Youth br Shall with his am'rous Parly move Thee; br Reflect One Moment on His Truth, br Who dying Thus, persists to love Thee.