Divider from 'The Tippling Farmer' a chapbook printed in Glasgow in 1802
SHE'S AS THE OPENING LILLY FAIR.
When beauty blazes heav'nly bright,The muse can no more cease to sing,Than can the lark with rising light,Her notes neglect with drooping wing.The morning shines, harmonious birds rise high:The dawning beauty smiles, and poets fly.
Young Annie's budding graces claimTh' inspired thought, and softest lays:And kindle in the breast a flame,Which must be vented in her praise.Tell us, ye gentle shepherds, have you seenN'er one so like an angel tread the green?
Ye youth, be watchful of your hearts;When she appears, take the alarm:Love on her beauty points his darts,And wings an arrow from each charm.Around her eyes and smiles the graces sport,And to her snowy neck and breast resort.
But vain must every caution prove; When such inchanting sweetness shines,The wounded swain must yield to love,And wonder, tho' he hopeless pines.Such flames the foppish butterfly shou'd shun;The eagle's only sit to view the sun.
She's as the opening lilly fair;Her lovely features are complete;Whilst heaven indulgent makes her shareWith angels all that's wise and sweet.These virtues which divinely deck her mind,Shalt each other of th' inferior kind.
Whether she love the rural scenes,Or sparkle in the airy town, O! happy he her favour gains,Unhappy! if she on him frown.The muse unwilling quits the lovely theme,Adieu she sings, and thrice repeats her name.
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