Classic Poem

See the Park throng'd with beauties, the tumult's begun,
And right honour'd knaves boast of conquests they've won;
But view yon pale damsel, and mark her sad air,
'Tis the beauteous Louisa, once virtuous as fair;
Nor spurn her, ye virgins, who shone like the sun,
Ere the beauteous Louisa by man was undone.

A titled despoiler this peerless maid sound,
And with specious pretences her innocence drown'd;
But having grown weary, and cloy'd of her charms,
The titled seducer expell'd her his arms;
E'en the conquest, hard won, insults with his breath,
Tho' the beauteous Louisa is pining to death.

Tho' numbers yet offer rich proofs of their love,
The penitent victim against them has strove;
Betray'd and abused by him she ador'd,
She now only wishes her honour restor'd:
But, alas! hapless fair one, thy wishes are vain,
And the heart-broke Louisa is left to complain!

But chance, when the spoiler shall hear she's no more,
The fate of Louisa e'en he may deplore;
E'en the breast that could spurn her, may then heave a sigh;
And wish the fair blossom still on it could lie;
But, ah! then how fruitless his love prosser'd terms
When the beauteous Louisa's a prey to the worms!