The American Songster, Song

Genteel is my Damon, engaging his air, His face, like the morn, is both ruddy and fair; Soft love sits enthron'd in the beam of his eyes, He's manly, yet tender, he's fond and yet wise.

He's ever good-humour'd, he's gen'rous and gay, His presence can always drive sorrow away: No vanity sways him, no folly is seen, But open his temper, and noble his mein.

By virtue illumin'd his actions appear, His passions are calm, and his reason is clear: An affable sweetness attends on his speech, He's willing to learn, tho' he's able to teach.

He has promis'd to love me—his word I'll believe, For his heart is too honest to let him deceive; Then blame me, ye fair ones, if justly you can, Since the picture I've drawn is exactly the man.