Song: Is It, O Love, Thy Want of Eyes

IS it, O Love, thy want of eyes.
Or by the Fates decreed,
That hearts so seldom sympathize.
Or for each other bleed ?
If thou would'st make two youthful hearts
One amorous shaft obey ;
'Twould save thee the expence of darts,
And more extend thy sway.
Forbear, alas ! thus to destroy
Thyself, thy growing power;
For that which would be stretch'd by joy,
Despair will soon devour.
Ah ! wound then, my relentless fair,
For thy own sake and mine ;
That boundless bliss may be my share,
And double glory thine.