Thousands would seek the lasting peace of…

Thousands would seek the lasting peace of death, And in that harbour shun the storm of care, Officious hope still holds the fleeting breath, She tells them that to-morrow will be fair.

She tells me, Delia, I shall thee obtain, But can I listen to her syren song, Who sev'n slow months have dragg'd my painful chain, So long thy lover, and despis'd so long?

To her I first avow'd my tim'rous flame, She nurs'd my hopes, and taught me how to sue; She still would pity what the wise might blame, And feel for weakness which she never knew.

"Cease, cruel man, the mournful theme forbear, "Tho' much thou suffer, to thyself complain; "Ah! to recall the sad remembrance spare, "One tear from her, is more than all thy pain."