Sweet , fair, and young, in whose caelestial eye,
Beams the mild fluid of the ev'ning-sky;
Meek, soft, and gentle, in whose rosy cheek,
The bashful blushes of the Morning break:
Learn'd, good, and great, in whose unbounded mind,
Dwells tender Worth, and Elegance refin'd.
Attend! — thy path with S PRING'S first bloom I strew,
And with the lilly pale, the myrtle knit,
One shews thy feeling soul, and one thy wit. — —
O! may thy smile, the wither'd leaf renew,
Which pines, in mock'ry, on my aching brow! —
Give to the drooping bay it's native hue,
Bid the rich seeds of smother'd Fancy blow,
And wrest me from yon haggard daemon! — Woe .