The Daughter, dress’d with care, and full of maiden shame.
Surprised, our hero saw the air and dress,
And strove his admiration to express;
Nay! felt it too - for Harriot was in truth
A tall fair beauty in the bloom of youth;
And from the pleasure and surprise, a grace
Adorn’d the blooming damsel’s form and face;
Then, too, such high respect and duty paid
By all - such silent reverence in the maid;
Vent’ring with caution, yet with haste, a glance,