On a Young Lady Singing

Enliv'ning Phoebus had withdrawn his ray, And sober ev'ning clos'd the summer's day; When fair ELIZA of the distant plains. The praise of friendship sang in lofty strains; Her voice was pleasing, ev'ry note was sweet, Her looks engaging, and her dress was neat; Her carriage modest, her complexion fair, Join'd to an easy, unaffected air:—

Thus she the ear, with music form'd to move, The eye with beauty, and the heart with love: Repeat her praises, then, ye tuneful nine, And let her charms embellish every line; While I, enamour'd, all her beauties trace, Who sure was born to bless the human race.