Classic Poem

" To soften woe and soothe the savage breast, "
Come! lovely Crouch, with each bewitching charm;
Lull by sweet Harmony, Despair to rest,
And ev'ry wild tumultuous passion calm.

Come! thou enchantress of inspiring song,
And sweetly chaunt thy fascinating lays;
With Sappho's art thy dulcet strains prolong;
And rob Apollo of his envied bays.

Could but the Artist paint thy beauteous form,
With half the graces Alton does possess;
The canvas would each frozen bosom warm,
And e'en Detraction urge to love thee less.

Envy would then forbid her snakes to breathe,
And round fair Crouch ne'er fading laurels wreathe.