TEN years, like Troy, my stubborn heart,
Withstood th’ assault of fond desire:
But now, alas! I feel a smart,
Poor I, like Troy, am set on fire.
With care we may a pile secure,
And from all common sparks defend:
But oh! who can a house secure,
When the cœlestial flames descend.
Thus was I safe, ‘till from your eyes
Destructive fires are brightly given:
Ah! who can shun the warm surprise,
When lo! the light’ning ‘comes from heaven.