The Indian Queen, Z. 630 : Act IV - Prelude And Song (Orazia): They Tell Us That Your Mighty Powers
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They tell us that your might powers above
Make perfect your joys and your blessings by love,
Ah! Why do you suffer the blessing that's there
To give a poor lover such a sad torments here?
Yet though for my passion such grief I endure,
My love shall like yours still be constant and pure.
To suffer for him gives an ease to my pains;
There's joy in my grief and there's freedom in chains.
If I were divine he cou'd love me no more,
And I in return my adorer adore,
O, let his dear life then, kind gods, be your care,
For I in your blessing have no other share.
Make perfect your joys and your blessings by love,
Ah! Why do you suffer the blessing that's there
To give a poor lover such a sad torments here?
Yet though for my passion such grief I endure,
My love shall like yours still be constant and pure.
To suffer for him gives an ease to my pains;
There's joy in my grief and there's freedom in chains.
If I were divine he cou'd love me no more,
And I in return my adorer adore,
O, let his dear life then, kind gods, be your care,
For I in your blessing have no other share.