The Indian Queen, Z. 630, Act IV - Prelude and Song (Orazia): They Tell Us That Your Mighty Powers

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.



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Writer(s): Dp, Henry Purcell
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