English poem
THE SHRUBS OF PARNASSUS, &c, SONG
by Anonymous
Gentle is my dear FLORELLA, Kind and tender to her swain, Brighter sure then e'er was STELLA, Sweetest nymph of all the plain.
Soft and pure are sure her kisses, Fragrance breathes thro' all her charms, She's the source of endless blisses, When I clasp her in my arms.
STELLA, thinks, that she's more pleasing, O! the vain ambitious fair; She her swain is always teazing, But FLORELLA, soothes my care.
All her ways are so inviting, Ever giving fresh delights, Never pleas'd but when delighting, Crowns with peace my days and nights.