Classic Poem

Nature, to prove her heav'n-taught pow'r,
That gems the earth, and paints the flow'r;
That bids the soft enchanting note
Steal from the Linnet's downy throat;
That from young May's ambrosial wings,
The balmy dew of Hybla flings;
With partial hand, each charm combin'd,
To deck thy Form, and grace thy Mind.

— She gave her Rose, to tint thy cheek,
Her witching smile, her blushes meek;
She bade thy ruby lips impart
The chastest precepts of the heart;
She taught thy dulcet voice to prove,
The soothing softness of the Dove;
While thro' each wond'rous beauty stole
The perfect Image of thy Soul.

Nature, to prove her heav'n-taught pow'r,
That gems the earth, and paints the flow'r;
That bids the soft enchanting note
Steal from the Linnet's downy throat;
That from young May's ambrosial wings,
The balmy dew of Hybla flings;
With partial hand, each charm combin'd,
To deck thy Form, and grace thy Mind.

— She gave her Rose, to tint thy cheek,
Her witching smile, her blushes meek;
She bade thy ruby lips impart
The chastest precepts of the heart;
She taught thy dulcet voice to prove,
The soothing softness of the Dove;
While thro' each wond'rous beauty stole
The perfect Image of thy Soul.