Classic Poem

A MODEST innocence, untutor'd grace,
Beam from her eyes and play upon her face!
Despising fashion and to nature true,
She scorns the little arts her sex pursue;
No borrow'd colours flaring on her skin
Betray all art without, all pride within!
But nature's tints upon her cheek disclose
The lily, blended with the blushing rose;
No airs affected in her mien appear,
The senseless giggle, the conceited leer!
Gay, without folly, innocently free,
She charms all others, and has vanquish'd me.