Highland Laddie (4)/Montelia's Charms
Montelia’s Charms.
When poets lavish all their store,to paint a mistress gay;They prove not how their souls adore⟨but⟩ what their muse can sayFame, the great object of their vows,by varions names they woo;And, while to beauty fancy bows,their souls a breath pursue.
Me no such vain ambition moves———ye bards, enjoy your fame!My heart can simply say it loves,and brave Montelia’s nameMontelia’s charms so far excel,they make my soul their slave;She’s more at least, than I can tell;and all I wish to have!