With purchast gauds why mar thy native grace,
Nor let thy form on its own charms depend?
No borrowed arts can mend thy beauteous face:
No artist's skill will naked Love befriend.

See of all hues the winsome earth upsends,
How ivy with no training blooms the best!
How rarest grace and growth the arbute blends
In mountain dells remotest, loneliest!

And streams that glide in wild unstudied ways,
And shores with native pebbles glistering,
Outvie the attempts of art: no tutored lays
Sound half so sweet as wild bird's carolling.