[Tea-Table Miscellany Contents]
To the Tune of, Black Ey’d Susan.
–
YE Powers! was Damon then so blest,
To fall to charming Delia’s share;
Delia, the beauteous maid, possest
Of all that’s soft, and all that’s fair?
Here cease thy bounty, O indulgent Heav’n,
I ask no more, for all my wish is given.
–
I came, and Delia smiling show’d,
She smil’d, and show’d the happy name;
With rising joy my heart o’erflow’d,
I felt and blest the new born flame.
May softest pleasures ceaseless round her move,
May all her nights be joy, and days be love.
–
She drew the Treasure from her breast,
That breast where love and graces play,
O name beyond expression blest!
Thus lodg’d with all that’s fair and gay.
To be so lodg’d! the thought is extasy,
Who would not wish in Paradise to ly?
– New Words by Different Hands.
