English poem
THE American Mock-Bird, OR SONGSTER's DELIGHT, SONG LXXXVI
by Anonymous
See how Saphira'mid the Croud appears! Around her all the Loves and Graces play; Thus, o'er the lowly Weeds the Lilly rears Its virgin Head, with snowy Beauty gay: Too much, bright Maid! the distant prospect warms; Then what's the present Influence of thy Charms?
So from thy rosy portals of the Morn, Cloth'd in sweet Majesty, do we behold The rising Sun the happy Earth adorn, While Heaven's pure azure flames with living Gold; And from the Splendor of his Morning rays, We guess the force of his Meridian Blaze.
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