Be therefore blest with beauty’s ray,
Till Flora’s germs gem every waste,
And every grove’s a “Bower of Taste.”
Adam, in Eden, we believe,
Had been a brute without his Eve;
An arid heath, a blasted common,
Blest with the smiles of lovely woman,
We should prefer to all that’s rare
In paradise, without the fair.
We therefore pray that friendship’s hand