A Stroll Down Quality Row

The other day I took a stroll, Just when the sun grew low, A down the Row of Quality, That gay and charming row.

I had been dreaming all the day Of bright, poetic forms Moving through silent fairyland, Bedecked with glorious charms.

As down the row, I slowly walked, First came proud Majesty; Love shone in all her queenly looks, Command was in her eye.

Then gentle Grace came smiling next, Without the aid of art, And, with a soft and pleasing bliss, She past into my heart.

Then Beauty came supreme o'er all, A Heaven-anointed queen; But modest Goodness walked behind, With mild yet winning mien.

Then I returned to dream and sing Through many a pleasant hour, Of all that evening's loveliness, And beauty's matchless power.