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POEMS.
Then, Delia, view my secret vale,
And with thy smiles indulge the Swain;
How blest to tell the love-sick tale,
To Her, whom thousands seek in vain!]
And with thy smiles indulge the Swain;
How blest to tell the love-sick tale,
To Her, whom thousands seek in vain!]
ANSWER.
Ye powers, who oft have heard my prayer,
To make him your peculiar care,
Witness with how much rapture I could fly
With Edmund to the lowliest cell,
And there unknown, unknowing dwell,
Nor give to aught I left one tear or sigh!
To make him your peculiar care,
Witness with how much rapture I could fly
With Edmund to the lowliest cell,
And there unknown, unknowing dwell,
Nor give to aught I left one tear or sigh!
