Song XCV. Fair Nanny

So brightly sweet fair Nanny's Eyes, Their rising Beams display, That like the Sons of India, We e'em dread the coming Day,

For if her morning Rays, With such un—u—sual Vigour stream, How will the wond'ring World, Withsland her full meridian Beam.

If now she innocently kill, With an unaiming Dart, Who shall resist her when with Skill, She levels at the Heart.

Since with each smile the pretty Nymph, Now captivates the Sense, What when her Beauty's at the height, Will be its Influence