Translated From Anacreon
Though thou hast seen my locks are gray, Ah! do not, Julia, turn away; Nor, though the bloom of Spring is thine, Disdainfully my love decline. Behold yon wreath! how lovely shows The snowy lily with the blushing rose!
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