The Pleas'd Captive (Song)

A Glorious Angel coming on the Wing,
From Heav'n descended near a River side,
Where me alone my Destiny did bring;
To view the pleasant Fields without a Guide;
A Net she'd laid drawn by a silken String,
So hid in Grass, it could not be espy'd,
There was I captive taken in her Snare,
But Cynthia's chains who would not chuse to wear!