Classic Poem

" NOW PHOEBUS ADVANCES ON HIGH . "

Now Phaebus advances on high,
No footsteps of winter are seen;
The birds carol sweet in the sky,
And lambkins dance reels on the green.

Thro' groves, and by rivulets clear,
We wander for pleasure and health;
Where buddings and blossoms appear,
Giving prospects of joy and of wealth.

View every gay scene all around,
That are, and that promise to be;
Yet in them all nothing is found
So perfect, Eliza, as thee.

Thine eyes the clear fountains excel;
Thy locks they out-rival the grove;
When zephyrs these pleasingly swell,
Each wave makes a captive to love.

The roses and lilies combin'd,
And flowers of most delicate hue,
By thy cheek and thy breasts are out-shin'd,
Their tinctures are nothing so true.

What can we compare with thy voice,
And what with thy humour so sweet?
No music can bless with such joys;
Sure angels are just so complete.

Fair blossom of every delight,
Whose beauties ten thousands outshine,
Thy sweets shall be lastingly bright,
Being mixt with so many divine.

Ye powers! who have given such charms
To Eliza, your image below,
O save her from all human harms,
And make her hours happily flow.