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This can alone her pow'r disarm,
And bid Eliza cease to charm.
Then why, sweet Maid! to whom was giv'n
Each gentler grace by fav'ring Heav'n,
In whose fair form and lovely face
The mind's pure excellence we trace,
Oh! why those native charms forego,
For gaudy art's delusive glow?
Forsake the meretricious train.,
That people folly's wide domain!
And listen to the tale I sing
Of high Judea's far-fam'd king.
He, whose recorded wisdom bears
The touch-stone of three thousand years;
And will immortal shine,
Bright, as when through the world was known
The name of Solomon alone;
When monarchs bow'd before his throne,
And worshipp'd at his shrine.
And bid Eliza cease to charm.
Then why, sweet Maid! to whom was giv'n
Each gentler grace by fav'ring Heav'n,
In whose fair form and lovely face
The mind's pure excellence we trace,
Oh! why those native charms forego,
For gaudy art's delusive glow?
Forsake the meretricious train.,
That people folly's wide domain!
And listen to the tale I sing
Of high Judea's far-fam'd king.
He, whose recorded wisdom bears
The touch-stone of three thousand years;
And will immortal shine,
Bright, as when through the world was known
The name of Solomon alone;
When monarchs bow'd before his throne,
And worshipp'd at his shrine.
