Classic Poem

Of Gracey's charms enraptur'd will I sing!
Fragrant and fair, as blossoms of the spring;
To her sweet manners, and accomplish'd mind,
Each rival Fair the palm of Love resign'd.

How blest her sweet society to share!
To mark the ringlets of her flowing hair;
Her gentle accents, — her complacent mien! —
Supreme in charms, she looks — she reigns a Queen!

That alabaster form — that graceful neck,
How do the Cygnet's down and whiteness deck! —
How does that aspect shame the cheer of day,
When summer suns their brightest beams display.

Blest is the youth whom fav'ring fates ordain
The treasure of her love, and charms to gain!
The fragrant branch, with curling tendrils bound,
With breathing odours — blooming beauty crown'd.

Sweet is the cheer her sprightly wit supplies!
Bright is the sparkling azure of her eyes!
Soft o'er her neck her lovely tresses flow!
Warm in her praise the tongues of rapture glow!

Her's is the voice — tun'd by harmonious Love,
Soft as the Songs that warble through the grove!
Oh! sweeter joys her converse can impart!
Sweet to the sense , and grateful to the heart!

Gay pleasures dance where'er her foot-steps bend;
And smiles and rapture round the fair attend:
Wit forms her speech, and Wisdom fills her mind,
And sight and soul in her their object find.

Her pearly teeth, in beauteous order plac'd;
Her neck with bright, and curling tresses grac'd: —
But ah, so fair! — in wit and charms supreme,
Unequal Song must quit its darling theme.

Here break I off; — let sparkling goblets flow,
And my full heart its cordial wishes show:
To her dear health this friendly draught I pour,
Long be her life, and blest its every hour! —