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22  The dear delusion to renew,
 * I sigh'd, and sunk to sleep again.

pigeon, tell me, pray, Whither speeding, whence away? Breathing balmy odours round, Where thy fluttering pinions sound? Who despatch'd thee through the air? What commission dost thou bear? "Anacreon, the blithe and gay, The master dear whom I obey, Sent me swift from yonder grove To seek the lady of his love. I dare not tell the name she bears, But beauty's sweetest smile she wears: Possess'd of every pleasing art, She reigns supreme o'er every heart. Fair Venus sold me to the bard, A little hymn the fix'd reward.