She such a votary would disdain,
And such a homage disavow.
But art thou sure the goddess leads
Yon motley group that onward press?
Some gaudy phantom-shape precedes,
Arrayed in Pleasure’s borrowed dress.
When last I saw her smile serene,
And spread her soft enchantments wide,
My lovely child adorned the scene,
And sported by the flowing tide.