A Song Set by Mr. John Eccles  
You gentle, gentle, gentle gales that fa—..—..—..—..—..— n the Air, and uva— nton in the Flowery grove, and uva— nton in the Flowery grove, and uva— nton in the Flowery grove; OH— h! OH— h! Oh! whisper to my absent Fair, my secret pain my secret pain my endless, e—..— ndless Love; Oh! Oh! whisper to my a— bsent Fair, my secret pain my endless, e—. ndless Love; my secret pain, my secret pain my endless, en—..— dless Love: At the Breezy close of day, when She seeks some cool retreat; throw Spicy Odours in her way, and scatter Poses at her Feet. When She sees their Colours fade, and all their Pride neglected lie; let it instruct the lovely Maid, that Sweets not gathered timely die—..— e, that sweets up● gathered timely dye? when She lays her down to rest, let Auspicious Vissions show; who 'tis that Love's, who 'tis that Loves, who 'tis that Love's Cammilla best, and what, what for her, what, what for her, for her what for her I undergo; and what, what for her, what, what for her, for her, what for her I undergo; and what for her I undergo  

For the Flute.