DAMON.
Let Damon’s breast such trivial joys disdain;
What though my flocks o’erspread the wide domain?
What though my barns were with abundance stor’d,
And gen’rous nectar ever grac’d my board?
Nor honour, riches, though their force unite,
In Delia’s absence ever can delight.
O Delia! sweeter than the op’ning dawn,
More bright than rays that cheer the dewy lawn.
Her sparkling eye the orient gem outshines,