Classic Poem

So well her mind has taught her eyes their part
That both agree to touch the feeling heart.
Noble her air & elegant her mein
And in her animated face is seen
That certain something which we cant express
Which more than beauty varies every grace
Nor age nor accident can e'er suppress
How charming are the gentle sounds that flow
When e'er she speak; ev'n trifles seem to glow
And wear a new and interesting form
Arranged in words; that have the power to charm
Serenely gay she deals the sprightly zest
That gives a relish to the social feast
Her wit tho lively never is severe—
Correct her diction and her judgment clear
Such self Command she always, doth possess
As every painful topic to repress.—
Her generous soul with noble arder burns—
And mean deceit and artifice she spurns—
But soft Compassion fills her tender breast—
Like pity kind she weeps for the destress'd—
While friendship in her bosom finds a throne
She feels its warmth its weakness quite unknown.