Laura

ROSE-CHEEKED Laura, come; Sing thou smoothly with thy beauty’s Silent music, either other Sweetly gracing.

Lovely forms do flow From concent divinely framed; Heaven is music, and thy beauty’s Birth is heavenly.

These dull notes we sing Discords need for helps to grace them, Only beauty purely loving Knows no discord.

But still moves delight, Like clear springs renewed by flowing, Ever perfect, ever in them- Selves eternal.