Than beauty here on earth has given;
Keep but the lovely looks we see,—
The voice we hear,—and you will be
An angel ready-made for heaven!—Moore.
THE LOVER TO HIS MISTRESS, WITH A PRESENT OF A MIRROR.
This mirror my object of love will unfold
Whensoe’er your regard it allures:
Oh, would, when I’m gazing, that I might behold
On its surface the object of yours!