Classic Poem

BY THE SAME .

I N a fair temple, by the virtues grac'd,
The throne of spotless Innocence was plac'd;
On which the radiant goddess sat serene,
A blooming beauty of a dove-like mien;
On her right hand sat Peace and Concord fair,
As seraphs beauteous, and as soft as air;
Close by her side, attir'd in robes of white,
Fair Candour sat, and look'd divinely bright;
So mild, yet so commanding, was her mien,
She seem'd at once an angel and a queen!
When Truth drew near, and, as she view'd the dame,
Candour she found and Perfect were the same.