(And virgins must their parents hopes fulfil)
Was to a cloyster in her bloom consign’d,
(Tho’ she had no such wishes in her mind)
To fast and pray, instead of patch and paint,
And to be—God knows how, a very saint;
Join her soft voice unto the organ’s note,
And all her thoughts to Heav’n alone must float;
The shadowy veil must hide her lovely face,
Where joy sat smiling with each charming grace;
Knees bent, eyes lifted, hands in order join’d,