Inlist these misses in their brilliant train,
Admit them e’en to see the puppet-show,
To take one peep and light them out again?
Perhaps in their neglected minds were sown
The seeds of worth from Nature’s large supply;
The seeds of worth, which might in time have grown,
And flourish’d lovely to the ravish’d eye.
But the calm sun-shine of a parent’s care,
With one warm ray their bosom’s ne’er imprest;
Ill-usage drove the wretches to despair,