And the rich prize with dext’rous hand to seize.
She had no virgin-terrors; she could stray
In all love’s maze, nor fear to lose her way;
Nay, could go near the precipiee, nor dread
A failing caution or a giddy head;
She’d fix her eyes upon the roaring flood,
And dance upon the brink where danger stood.
’Twas nature all, she judged, in one so young,
To drop the eye and falter in the tongue;
To be about to take, and then command