Classic Poem

C aelia 's fair, the charming Toast,
May of each Perfection boast;
What penurious Nature owes,
Art more liberal bestows:
Bids a fresher Blush arise,
Keener Light'ning arm her Eyes;
Adds, or animates a Grace,
And wakes the Wonders of her Face:
The blushing Tinctures smiling flow,
To see how cunningly they grow;
To see how all the Beaus adore
Caelia , mortal now no more,
New created by their Power.

Thus the fairest sweetest Place,
Once uncultivated was;
Where Parterres their Flowers disclose,
Bushes, Brakes, and Briars rose;
Thorns with pointed Horror stood,
And arm'd the Borders of the Wood;
But since the Workman's pow'rful Hand
Subdu'd, and civiliz'd the Land;
Tun'd the Torrents to Cascades,
And soften'd Forests into Shades,
Surprizing Scenes attract our Sight,
And turn Displeasure to Delight;
The Savages forsake their Place,
And yield to nobler Human-Race.