Classic Poem

By nature form'd love to inspire,
To please the eye, the ear,
Thy charms, thy music all admire,
Who either see, or hear.

Thy face, where ev'ry beauty shines,
The careless eye may seize;
Thy sorm, where ev'ry grace combines,
The nicest taste may please.

Thy music charms the dullest ear,
Who cannot judge must feel;
And even they transported hear,
Who add to feeling skill.

Thus doubly form'd to gain our love,
In whom such graces meet;
What wants there more the heart to move,
And make thy pow'r complete?

Let beauties of the face be crown'd
With beauties of the mind,
And harmony of soul with sound
Of accents sweet be join'd.

Thus thou the lover's eye shalt please,
The husband's heart shalt sway,
For beauty plac'd in charms like these
Can never know decay.