Thanks, lovely friend — a silent tear
My grateful rapture speaks;
'Tis all my bankrupt love can spare;
'Tis all Louisa seeks,

Now, oh! ye gods! propitious prove,
Take dear Louisa's part;
Breathe, warmly breathe, my faithful love,
On Delia's soft'ning heart.

And thou, my charmer, goddess, saint,
Oh! lend a pitying ear;
I urge no more my spurn'd complaint,
I urge Louisa's pray'r.

I urge her pleading tenderness,
Her pity, and her truth;
Examples meet for thee to trace,
Fair precepts for thy youth.

But, ah! my Delia proves them all,
As Virtue's self resin'd;
Beneath her frown, I only fell —
Devoted — not resign'd.

" Thanks, lovely friend; " — I add a pray'r.
Breath'd at Louisa's shrine;
And could my heart from Delia spare
One vow — 'twould sure be thine.