Classic Poem

Observe Serena's form, once loved so well,
Where lingering Beauty yet seems pleasd to dwell,
There still resides, but not as in her prime,
And slowly fades before the breath of time;
Yet matron grace was her's, and social ease,
And that most useful science, how to please:
Her winning, mild, insinuating art
As with a golden key unlock'd each heart;
Prudent, tho gay, and active, yet serene,
She fill'd the duties of each busy scene;
And saw her beauties with reflected grace,
Rise with fresh bloom to charm another race.