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III. SONG.

On Delia's cheek when love display'd
The timid smile of youth;
My soul adored an artless maid,
I vow'd eternal truth.
When time o'er every blooming grace
The glow of summer spread
New beauties sparkled o'er her face—
But all my passion fled!
Thus, vernal roses sweeter seem
When morn's first blushes rise,
Than when the sun's maturer beam
Illumes meridian skies!