Classic Poem

Whilst thy fond Friends their annual Tribute pay
And hail thee Daughter of the fragrant May ;
Whilst they behold, with Rapture and Surprize,
New Charms enrich thy Soul, and point thine Eyes:
Ah! let the Muse her secret Joy declare,
Attend her Transports, and her Words revere:
She looks on Time, and with prophetic Eyes,
Sees him, for thee, strew Blessings as he flies;
And, whilst all other Beauties he impairs,
Add new Perfection to thy ripen'd Years;
Till ev'ry Year, improv'd with ev'ry Grace,
You shine unrival'd both in Mind and Face.

So the same Sun, with unresist'd Pow'r,
Burns the wide Lawn, and animates the Flow'r;
Bids it unfold its Beauties, and delight
With Sweets the Sense, with sunny Dyes the Sight;
Bids it, like you, each Hour new Grace assume,
And smile, unmatch'd, in Loveliness and Bloom.