THE SKY LARK, &c, Song

On Mira's toilet there was lain A beauteous base of rich porcelain, 'Twas fill'd with each sweet slow'r that grows, Mix'd with the rest, a damask rose, The fairest of its kind; Intent I view'd the charming sight, The various shades of colours bright; (Surpassing far the sparkling gem,) The op'ning bud, the mossy stem, Which on this flow'r we find.

Sudden the lovely rose grew pale, Its glossy dye began to fail; The scene my bosom fill'd with care; When turning round the nymph stood there, Smiling like beauty's queen. But ev'ry care was soon subdu'd, When her unnumber'd charms I view'd; Convinc'd the bloom of Mira's face, Had made the envious flow'r give place, And caus'd the effect I'd seen.