For, trained in rural scenes from earliest youth,
Nature was her’s, and innocence, and truth:
She never knew the city damsel’s art,
Whose frothy pertness charms the vacant heart.—
My suit prevail’d! for love informed my tongue,
And on his votary’s lips persuasion hung.
Her eyes with conscious sympathy withdrew,
And o’er her cheek the rosy current flew.
Thrice happy hours! where with no dark allay
Life’s fairest sunshine gilds the vernal day: