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POEMS.
Then, Delia, view my secret vale,And with thy smiles indulge the Swain;How blest to tell the love-sick tale,To Her, whom thousands seek in vain!]

ANSWER.

Ye powers, who oft have heard my prayer,To make him your peculiar care,Witness with how much rapture I could flyWith Edmund to the lowliest cell,And there unknown, unknowing dwell,Nor give to aught I left one tear or sigh!
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