On young Olinda

When innocence and beauty meet, To add to lovely female grace, Ah, how beyond expression sweet, Is every feature of the face!

By virtue ripen'd from the bud, The flower angelic odours breeds; The fragrant charms of being good Makes gaudy vice to smell like weeds.

Oh, sacred Virtue! tune my voice, With thy inspiring harmony; Then I shall sing of rapt'rous joys, Which fill my soul with love of thee.

To lasting brightness be refin'd, When this vain shadow flies away; Th' eternal beauties of the mind Will last when all things else decay.