Acrostic on Miss. 1768

Seraphic Virgins of the tuneful Choir, Assist me to prepare the sounding lyre! Like her I sing, soft, sensible, and fair, Let the smooth numbers warble in the air; Ye Prudes, Coquets, and all the misled throng, Can Beauty, Virtue, Sense, demand the Song; Look then on Clarke, and see them all unite; A beauteous pattern, to the always-right. Rest here, my Muse, not soar above thy sphere, Kings might pay adoration to the fair, Enchanting, full of joy, peerless in face and air.