Classic Poem

If my Laetitia still persists to love
The country village, and the shady grove,
The murm'ring riv'let and the turtles moan.
Despising all the grandeur of a town;
Where beauty triumphs, and where pleasure reigns,
And rounds of mirth relieve our daily pains;
Where George's mighty substitute appears;
And every face with blooming pleasure chears;
Grafton ! whom never fair one saw unmov'd,
Whom ev'n great Churchill's beauteous offspring lov'd.
For him whate'er o'er all our kingdom's fine,
They in this happy place together join;
With him each warlike glittering soldier goes,
With him the tender race of whining beaux;
In short, we've here all that may hope t'engage,
One of your wit, your beauty, and your age.
If all these pow'rful arguments should fail,
I'll in the tenderest part your heart assail;
The lovely Damon languishes and dies,
Nor can revive, but by your charming eyes;
But I forgot — Mamma these lines must see,
So shall you hear no more of him from me.