To deck the altar and the shrines around:
How fervent did They chant the pious Lay,
While the deep organ swell’d the sacred sound?
Let not the gay Coquette with Jest profane,
Mock their veil’d Life and Destiny severe:
Nor Worldly Beauty with a sneer disdain
The humble Duties of the Cloyster’d Fair.
The glist’ning Eye: The half seen Breast of Snow,
The coral Lip, the clear vermilion Bloom
Awaits alike th’ inexorable Foe,