1 O what vnhop't for sweet supply !
O what ioyes exceeding !
What an affecting charme feele I
From delight proceeding ?
That which I long despair'd to be,
To her I am, and shee to mee.
2 Shee that alone in cloudy griefe
Long to mee appeared ;
Shee now alone with bright reliefe,
All those clouds hath cleared.
Both are immortall, and diuine,
Since I am hers, and she is mine.
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