Or wake the drooping spirits to delight.
“This blooming maid in Virtue’s path to guide
Th’ admiring parents all their care applied:
Her spotless soul to soft affection trained,
No voice untuned, no sickening folly stained:
Not fairer grows the lily of the vale,
Whose bosom opens to the vernal gale:
Her eyes unconscious of their fatal charms,
Thrilled every heart with exquisite alarms:
Her face, in Beauty’s sweet attraction drest,