Classic Poem

EXTEMPORE .

To Miss KITTY M — — S, Playing with a Squirrel .

Kitty , present thy hand of snow,
And let my raptured Squirrel play —
On that soft palm, where roses blow,
Mixing with lilies, fresh and gay:

For who that lovely hand can view —
That taper finger, pointed nail —
That palm, enrich'd with roseat hue
Blending with lilies of the vale —

And not, with Pug, delight to press
A hand so beaut'ous, and so sweet?
Dear, envied seat of happiness,
Where vagrant loves, the graces meet.

Now fain would he ascend thy breast,
And nestle in his little head;
But Cupid there has fix'd his nest —
And wide his guardian pinions spread:

Then, give him in thy hand to lie,
To view thy cheek's enchanting bloom;
Bask in the sun-shine of thine eye,
And from thy breath inhale perfume.