Classic Poem

Say, ye gracious Pow'rs, if purer
Sentiments inform a Breast;
Or if Nymph was e'er securer
Of a tender Heart possest.

Mine for Silvia , owns a Passion.
By no sordid Views deform'd;
Love inspir'd, by Inclination,
That by Sense and Virtue warm'd.

In my Silvia , Nature sheweth
All her wonted Skill to please;
Blest her Work, who thus endoweth
So much Charms, with so much Ease.

Grant me, Heaven! my petition
Let fair Silvia , be but mine;
You can then, make no Addition
To my Bliss, tho' Worlds are thine.