ACROSTIC.
C could angel's voice, or poet's lays,
A ttune my votice song to praise
R esistless then I'd touch the lyre,
O r chant her praise, whom all admire.
L et candour, dearest maid, excuse;
I claim no kindred to the muse,
N or can a lowly song or mine
E xpress the worth of Caroline.A.C.