Upon Lady Frances Leeson

WRITTEN AT BUXTON, IN 1790.

Her eyes that emulate caerulean blue
With dove-like softness gleam, and smile;
And, if the language which they speak be true,
Her heart is innocent of guile!

Sure all the beauties that we trace,
In Leeson's fair bewitching face,
Were copied from the realms above!
Those peerless eyes, that faultless form,
The mildness which her charms adorn,
Saints might admire! and angels love!
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