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And petrify—a sullen gloom
Spreading o'er nature's fairest bloom,
The eye links dead, the cold blood streaks,
Incloquent the Frozen checks;
But let benevolence control,
Dilate, and dignify the foul,
The face, illumin'd by the mind,
(Angels are fair becaufe they're kind)
With everwarying grace is found
To beam light, life, and love around.
It tumes the voice, and every tone
Is Philomela's warbled moan.
What colours shall the Muse supply
To paint the phrase less dignity,
The awful, yet engaging mien
or injur'd innocence within.
And concious worth? by heaven's intent
At once their guard and ornament.
So on some meadow's banky side,
Where Flora reigns in artless pride,
The fame rich beam that shews the bloom,
Creates the colour and perfume.
Soon as fair friendship's holy spell
Has taught the little heart to swell,
To ev'ry feature 'twill Supply
A corresponding harmony
Cast the whole countenance anew,
Tho' soft'ning, yet enobling too.
But chief Devetion's hallow'd duties
Mast crown and beautify their beauties;
