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!
Translated From Anacreon
Thomas Oldham
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