THE Lass OF Eden Grove

In Eden Grove there dwells a maid, Adorn'd by every grace; The pearls that deck the dewy shade, Confess her fairer face.

The sun has spots, the rose has thorns, And poisons mix with love; But every spotless charm adorns The lass of Eden Grove.

The sparkling, soft, cerulean eye; Bright virtue's starry zone; The smile of spring's favonian sky; These charms are all thy own. The sun has spots, &c.

The frozen veins of age have felt, New youth in Eden grove; Thy smiles like Spring the frost can melt, And warm the heart with love. The sun has spots, &c.

The monarch quits his dazzling throne, And seeks thy rural lot; To find in these a richer crown, A palace in a cot! The sun has spots, &c.

While toy enamour'd eyes admire The gaudy bubble fame; Thy virtues brighter joys inspire, And softer honours claim. The sun has spots, &c.

Thy charms the noblest laurel prove, The hero's meed out shine; And round the brow of faithful love, Perennial garlands twine. The sun has spots, &c.

When Cupid all his darts has hurl'd, From thee he draws supplies, And Hymen's flambeau lights the world, From thy resplendent eyes. The sun has spots, &c.

To thee, sweet nymph, the captive soul, Pours forth its votive lay; 'Tis bliss to own thy soft control; 'Tis rapture, to obey.

The sun has spot, the rose has thorns, And poisons mix with love, But every spotless charm adorns The lass of Eden Grove.