An Ode, pp.3-4.

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To the Tune of, Polwarth on the Green. 

– 

THO’ beauty, like the rose 

That smiles on Polwarth green, 

In various colours shows, 

As ‘tis by fancy seen: 

Yet all its different glories ly 

United in thy face, 

And vertue, like the sun on high, 

Gives rays to ev’ry grace. 

– 

So charming is her air, 

So smooth so calm her mind, 

That to some Angel’s care 

Each motion seems assign’d: 

But yet so chearful, sprightly, gay, 

The joyful moments fly, 

As if for wings they stole the ray 

She darteth from her eye. 

– 

Kind am’rous Cupids, while 

With tuneful voice she sings, 

Perfume her breath and smile, 

And wave their balmy wings: 

But as the tender blushes rise, 

Sofr innocence doth warm, 

The Soul in blissful extasies, 

Dissolveth in the charm. 

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