To the Tune of, Gilder Roy.
AH! Cloris, cou’d I now but sit;
As unconcern’d, as when
Your infant beauty cou’d beget
No Happiness nor pain.
When I this dawning did admire,
And prais’d the coming day,
I little thought that rising fire,
Wou’d take my reft away.
Your charms in harmless childhood lay,
As metals in a mine
Age from no face takes more away,
Than youth conceal’d in thine;
But as your Charms insensibly
To their perfection prest;
So love as unperceiv’d did fly,
And center’d in my breast.
My passion with your beauty grew,
While Cupid at my heart,
Till as his mother favour’d you,
Threw a new flaming dart.
Each gloried in their wanton part;
To make a lover, he
Employ’d the utmoft of his art;-
To make a beauty, she.
– Authors Unknown.