The Echo, Song LIX

Of damask cheeks, and snowy neck, Let other lovers tell: Within the bosom of my fair, Superior beauties dwell.

There all the graces of the mind, In fair assemblage play; There each endearing virtue shed Its intellectual ray.

Unbounded sympathy displays, Each captivating charm! While friendship pure, and virtuous love, Her tender bosom warm.

When that fair form shall sink in age, And all those graces fly, The beauty of that heav'nly mind, Shall length of years defy.