The amiable MISS NA-CY W

In what kind region shall th' wand'ring muse Her soft comparisons and beauties choose, To tell the charms that deck her lovely face, To note her youthful dignity and grace? Her modest looks her rising worth presage, To gild the sober ev'ning of her age; And mantling blushes spreading o'er her cheek Proclaim a soul of placid sweetness meek.