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DELIA.
AN ELEGY.
…tecum ut longæ sociarem gaudia vita?,
Inque tuo caderet nostra senecta sinu.
Tibul.
Yes, Delia loves ! My fondest vows are blest:
Farewell the memory of her past disdain;
One kind relenting glance has healed my breast,
And balanced in a moment years of pain.
O'er her soft cheek consenting blushes move,
And with kind stealth her secret soul betray;
Blushes, which usher in the morn of love,
Sure as the reddening east foretells the day.
