Why that sadness on thy brow?
   Why that starting crystal tear?
Dearest Polly, let me know, 
   For thy grief I cannot bear.
Polly with a sigh reply'd,
   What need I the cause impart?
Did you not this moment chide?
   And you know it breaks my heart 

Colin, melting as she spoke,
   Caught the fair one in his arms;
O my dear! I that tender look,
   Every passion quite disarms:
By this dear relenting kiss,
   I'd no anger in my thought;
Come, my love, by this, and this, 
   Let our quarrel be forgot. 

As when sudden stormy rain, 
   Every drooping flowret spoils;
When the sun shines out again,
   All the face of nature smiles:
Polly, so reviv'd and cheer 'd 
   By her Colin's kind embrace, 
Her declining head up-rear'd.
   Sweetly smiling in his face.