To Mrs. Moody, On Her Praise of My Verse, In Verse of Her Own

F RIENDSHIP offer'd me her praise —
Bright, though partial, were the lays.
" None but Sappho , " I exclaim'd,
" Could for such a gift be nam'd: "
" Well, " she answer'd, " you have guess'd,
She alone the picture bless'd;
But, when you were on the shelf,
Took the likeness — from herself.
You have known her flattering smile,
And the charm that 's in her style —
The seductions of her Muse,
And her Fancy's glowing hues:
These alone on you confer
Praise that none withheld from her . "
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