A pastoral ballad in four double quatrains, "By a Gentleman of this Town." The war being ended, Delia finds herself beset with suitors. The poet complains that she favors one in particular: "So thankful she seem'd and so kind, | To each one such pleasure display'd, | Tho' none but young Colin cou'd find, | A look of distinction was made."
The sun in full lustre now shone,
The fields were all crown'd with ripe grain,
The green meadows and flow'ry lawn,
Was refresh'd with cool showers of rain.
All nature in transports appeared,
The birds sung on every tree,
Nought but mirth in the pastures was heard,
The world was one great jubilee.
The din of Bellona's alarm,
Was hush'd from saluting our ears,
Thus Delia was free'd from all harm,
Secure from all danger and fears.
She stray'd to each cool shady bow'r,
With the lass that tripp'd o'er the field,
And gather'd the op'ning flow'r,
That nature's exuberance yield.
The swains that the vallies divide,
Their choicest lambkins ensnare,
And strait to where Delia resides,
The emulous shepherds repair.
So thankful she seem'd and so kind,
To each one such pleasure display'd,
Tho' none but young Colin cou'd find,
A look of distinction was made.
He's whiter than all her young lambs,
In innocent pastime all day,
Was the pride and the work of her hands,
To feed and to see it at play.
She said why she lov'd it the best,
She really believ'd it to be,
Like Colin, transcending the rest,
As true and as harmless as he.