Oh! sweeter joys her converse can impart!
Sweet to the sense, and grateful to the heart!
Gay pleasures dance where’er her footsteps bend,
And smiles and rapture round the fair attend:
Wit forms her speech, and wisdom fills her mind,
And sight and soul in her their object find.
Her pearly teeth, in beauteous order plac’d;
Her neck with bright, and curling tresses grac’d.
But ah, so fair!—in wit and charms supreme,
Unequal song must quit its darling theme.