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Soft ideas love inspiring,
Ev'ry placid joy unite;
Ev'ry anxious thought retiring,
Fill my bosom with delight.
Ev'ry placid joy unite;
Ev'ry anxious thought retiring,
Fill my bosom with delight.
Soft ideas, gently flowing,
On your tide, so calm and still;
Bear me, where sweet zephyrs blowing,
Wave the pines on Borden's-Hill .
On your tide, so calm and still;
Bear me, where sweet zephyrs blowing,
Wave the pines on Borden's-Hill .
Where the breezes odours bringing,
Fill the grove with murm'ring sound;
Where shrill notes of birds sweet singing,
Echo to the hills around.
Fill the grove with murm'ring sound;
Where shrill notes of birds sweet singing,
Echo to the hills around.
To the pleasing gloom convey me,
Let my Delia too be there;
On her gentle bosom lay me,
On her bosom soft and fair.
Let my Delia too be there;
On her gentle bosom lay me,
On her bosom soft and fair.
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Whilst I there, with rapture burning,
All my joy in her express
Let her love for love returning,
Me with fond caresses bless.
All my joy in her express
Let her love for love returning,
Me with fond caresses bless.
On his little wings descending,
Bring the god of soft delight:
Hymen too with torch attending,
Must our hands and hearts unite.
Bring the god of soft delight:
Hymen too with torch attending,
Must our hands and hearts unite.
She the source of all my pleasure
Shall my breast with transport fill:
Delia is my soul's best treasure,
Delia, pride of Borden's-Hill.
Shall my breast with transport fill:
Delia is my soul's best treasure,
Delia, pride of Borden's-Hill.
July, 1768.
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