He kept a school; he had a daughter fair,
He said, as angels—say, as women—are. 110
Clara, this beauty, had a figure light;
Her face was handsome, and her eyes were bright;
Her voice was music, not by anger raised;
And sweet her dimple, either pleased or praised;
All round the village was her fame allow’d;
She was its pride, and not a little proud.
The ruling thought that sway’d her father’s mind
Was this—I am for dignity design’d.