Classic Poem

In her eyes are good temper and beauty combin'd,
The types of the virtues that glow in her mind!
Where pure innocence reigns, and lends to the face
That smile, which gives beauty additional grace:
May care never furrow that face with a frown,
Nor the tears of misfortune those eyes ever drown!
May that bosom ne'er heave with the sigh of despair,
But be tranquil within, as without it is fair!
May the blushing rose blowing her cheeks still adorn,
And the rose of her mind be exempt from the thorn!
Thus when beauty decays, and life ebbs fast away,
The evening of age will be calm as the day.
Then to Julia let's drink, may her heart ever prove,
Without one of the pangs, all the blessings of love!