THE SKY LARK, &c, SONG

Let meaner bards in rapt'rous strain Sing ev'ry charm of face and air; On ev'ry verdant vale and plain, Chaunt forth the triumphs of the fair: With truth, with justice, I can tell, Dear Peggy's still the Nonpariel.

Others may boast, with her, the praise Of melting eyes and snowy breast, Where each soft grace luxuriant plays, And wanton Cupids fink to rest; But who can such a mind reveal, As Peggy, lovely Nonpariel?

Oh! witness each sequester'd grove, Witness each hill and dale around, Good sense, with beauty, wak'd my love, Witness, you've heard each gladsome sound, Mellifluous sounds that grateful trill From Peggy, dearest Nonpariel!

Such mental warmth, such flames divine, Nor time, nor with'ring age decays; Still more resplendent they shall shine, "And flourish still by length of days:" The soul with admiration fill, Of Peggy, matchless Nonpariel,

Tell me, ye melting songsters say, If all your fond ideal themes, Your vocal snell, smooth roundelay, In all your wanton am'rous dreams, Your fancy'd fairs can e'en excel My Peggy, beauteous Nonpariel?

My Peggy's charms are lasting sure, Her virtues shall forever bloom, Celestial copy!—still endure, And mock the wrinkle and the tomb, And e'en when death those eyes shall veil, Record my wond'rous Nonpariel.