English poem
To Miss H—l—d. 1768. with a Present
by Anonymous
Accept, fair Nymph, this token of my love, Nor look disdainful on the prostrate Swain; By ev'ry sacred oath; I'll constant prove, And act as worthy for to wear your chain.
Not with more constant ardour shall the sun Chase the faint shadows of the night away; Nor shall he on his course more constant run, And cheer the universe with coming day,
Than I in pleasing chains of conquest bound, Adore the charming Author of my smart;— For ever will I thy sweet charms resound, And paint the fair Possessor of my heart.