Lines Attributed to Dr. Goldsmith

E' EN have you seen, bath'd in the morning dew,
The budding rose its infant bloom display:
When first its virgin tints unfold to view,
It shrinks, and scarcely trusts the blaze of day.

So soft, so delicate, so sweet she came,
Youth's damask glow just dawning on her cheek;
I gaz'd, I sigh'd, I caught the tender flame,
Felt the fond pang, and droop'd with passion weak.
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