While gazing crowds, with admiration, trace
The winning beauties of thy angel face;
While mute observance on thy voice attends,
And those who came thy foes return thy friends;
My homage shall a nobler object find,
And praise th' unfading beauties of thy mind!
Thy coral lips from age may lose their dye,
And years may dim the lustre of thine eye;
That form may shrink, by many winters press'd,
And time may steal the lily from thy breast;
But mental charms experience no decay,
They keep their bloom in life's autumnal day!
And Lucy's smile shall many a heart engage,
When ev'ry polish'd limb is shrunk with age.