WE all to conquering beauty bow,
Its pleasing power admire;
But I ne’er knew a face till now,
That cou’d like your’s inspire:
Now I may say, I met with one,
Amazes all mankind;
And, like men gazing on the sun,
With too much light am blind.
Soft, as the tender moving sighs,
When longing lovers meet;
Like the divining prophets, wise;
Like new blown roses, sweet;
Modest, yet gay; reserv’d, yet free;
Each happy night a bride;
A mein like awful majesty,
And yet no spark of príde.
The patriarch, to win a wife,
Chast, beautiful and young,
Serv’d fourteen years a painful life,
And never thought it long:
Ah! were you to reward such care,
And life so long would stay,
Not fourteen, but four hundred years,
Would seem but as one day.