Their Uncle’s blooming praise and their brave grandsire’s fame! 30
And that sweet pair, whose milder prowess lies
Not in their conquering arms, but in their eyes—
Health to that pair, these sister charms that show
To whom the world their varying beauties owe;
Varying but as the sun’s bright rays that shine
With separate hues, which in their source combine!—
So glow my wishes; and, my Lord, you know
They flow sincere, howe’er my numbers flow;
These are the tribute I can better pay,