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Twelve songs set to music by William Jackson of Exeter, Op. 7. London, c.1770.
Lyrics: Anon
Night, to lovers' joys a friend.
Swiftly thy assistance lend;
Chase the envious, seeing day,
Bring my charming youth away;
Haste, and speed the tedious hour
To the secret happy bow'r:
Then, my heart, for bliss prepare;
Thyrsis surely will be there.
See, the hateful day is done;
Welcome evening now comes on;
Soon to meet my dear I fly,
None but love shall then be by:
None shall dare to venture near,
To tell the plighted vows they hear;
Parting thence will be a pain,
But we part to meet again.
Farewell loit'ring, idle day,
To my dear I haste away;
On the wings of love I go,
He the ready way will shew.
Peace my breast, nor danger fear;
Love and Thyrsis both are near:
'Tis the youth, I'm sure 'tis he:
Night, how much I own to thee.
Night, to lovers' joys a friend.
Swiftly thy assistance lend;
Chase the envious, seeing day,
Bring my charming youth away;
Haste, and speed the tedious hour
To the secret happy bow'r:
Then, my heart, for bliss prepare;
Thyrsis surely will be there.
See, the hateful day is done;
Welcome evening now comes on;
Soon to meet my dear I fly,
None but love shall then be by:
None shall dare to venture near,
To tell the plighted vows they hear;
Parting thence will be a pain,
But we part to meet again.
Farewell loit'ring, idle day,
To my dear I haste away;
On the wings of love I go,
He the ready way will shew.
Peace my breast, nor danger fear;
Love and Thyrsis both are near:
'Tis the youth, I'm sure 'tis he:
Night, how much I own to thee.