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My whole blest faculty which all must prize Since oft it gives what our fate denies fancy 1 Far from me, my Delia goes And all my pray'rs, my tears are vain Nor shall I know one hours repose Till Delia bless these Eyes again. 2 Companion of the wretched come Fair hope, & dwell with me awhile; Thy heav'nly presence gilds the gloom While happier scenes in prospect smile 3 Oh who can tell what time may do How all my sorrows yet may end? Can she reject a love so true Can Delia e'er forsake her freind? 4 Unkind & rude the thorn is seen No sign of future sweetness shews But time calls forth its lovely green And spreads the blushes of the rose. 5
