Classic Poem

" SHE SUNG; THE YOUTH ATTENTION GAVE . "

She sung; the youth attention gave,
And charms on charms espies,
Then, all in raptures, falls a slave
Both to her voice and eyes!
So spoke and smil'd the eastern maid,
Like thine, seraphic were her charms,
That in Circassia's vineyards stray'd,
And blest the wisest monarch's arms.

A thousand fair of high desert
Strave to enchant the amorous king,
But the Circassian gain'd hiSheart,
And taught the royal hand to sing.
Calista thus our sang inspires,
And claims the smooth and highest lays;
But while each charm our bosom fires,
Words seem too few to sound her praise.

Her mind in ev'ry grace complete,
To paint, surpasses human skill;
Her majesty, mixt with the sweet,
Let seraphs sing her if they will:
Whilst wond'ring, with a ravish'd eye,
We all that 's perfect in her view,
Viewing a sister of the sky,
To whom an adoration 's due.