THE
TRIUMPHS of TEMPER.
CANTO I.
THE mind's soft guardian, who, tho' yet unsung,
Inspires with harmony the female tongue,
And gives, improving every tender grace,
The smile of angels to a mortal face;
Her powers I sing; and scenes of mental strife,
Which form the maiden for th' accomplish'd wife;
Where the sweet victor sees, with sparkling eyes,
Love her reward, and happiness her prize.
Daughters of beauty, who the song inspire,
To your enchanting notes attune my lyre!
And oh! if haply your soft hearts may gain
Or use, or pleasure from the motley strain,
Inspires with harmony the female tongue,
And gives, improving every tender grace,
The smile of angels to a mortal face;
Her powers I sing; and scenes of mental strife,
Which form the maiden for th' accomplish'd wife;
Where the sweet victor sees, with sparkling eyes,
Love her reward, and happiness her prize.
Daughters of beauty, who the song inspire,
To your enchanting notes attune my lyre!
And oh! if haply your soft hearts may gain
Or use, or pleasure from the motley strain,
