Guess, and I'll frankly own her name,
Whose eyes have kindled such a flame;
The Spartan or the Cyprian queen
Had ne'er been sung had sne been seen:
Who set the very gods at war
Were but faint images of her.
Believe me, for by Heav'ns 't is true!
The sun in all his ample view
Sees nothing half so fair or bright,
Not ev'n his own reflected light.
So sweet a face! such graceful mien!
Who can this be?—'Tis Howard—or Ballenden.