Classic Poem

Lovliest of Women! Could I gain
Thy Friendship, which I prize
Above the treasures of the Main
Compleat would be my Joys
Burrissa Oh my soul aspires
And clames a kin with yours
A daring Emulation Fires
My Mind and all its powers
Pardon the Bold attempt it means
Only to Copy you
And thro' Lifes Various Shiftings Scenes
Will hold thee Still in View
O let thy Virtue be my guide
Thy presepts I'll improve
Do thou ore all my ways preside
Reprove me & I'll Love —
When first I knew thy Heavenly Mind
I felt the Sacred Flame
Of Friendship rising in my Brest
But Darest not it proclaime
But now Impatient of restraint
My Eyes Declare Its force
And Every friendly Look attests
From whence they take their siource —