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VERSES ON MRS. ROWE.
Such were the notes our chaster Sappho sung,And every Muse dropped honey on her tongue.Blest shade! how pure a breath of praise was thine,Whose spotless life was faultless as thy line;In whom each worth and every grace conspire,The Christian's meekness, and the poet's fire.Learn'd without pride, a woman without art;The sweetest manners, and the gentlest heart.Smooth like her verse her passions learned to move,And her whole soul was harmony and love.Virtue that breast without a conflict gained,And easy, like a native monarch, reigned.On earth still favoured as by Heaven approved,The world applauded, and Alexis loved.
