Laird of Logie/The Phoenix

THE PHOENIX.

Once more kind Muſes it is your duty,
for to infuſe me with verſe ſublime,
My ſubject ſurely is now amuſing
as you have chooſe me for to define.

Ye mangling Po(illegible text)s don't dare oppoſe me,
for now my notions are rais'd on high,
Kind gods ſupport me thro' theſe my poſies,
in you I glory and ſtill rely.

One pleaſant evening for recreation,
as I was ranging down by the ſhore,
I ſpied a maiden, a lovely fair one,
I thought her Venus ſprung from the foam.

In admiration on her I gazed,
in deep amazement I ſtood to view,
This ſecond Phœnix excceding nature,
and for to praiſe her it is my due.

To you fair Sabra in all her charms,
or chaſte Diana can't equalize,
Nor ſhe whom Paris as is recorded,
was pleas'd to order the Golden Prize.

The bright Aurora in all her glory,
or goddeſs Flora you far outvie,
My brain is roving in ſad emotions,
I muſt adore you until I die.

You are an angel, you're good and pleaſing?
your fine behaviour enchanted me,
Your chains are heavy, I'm doom'd to wear them,
I wiſh ſincerely for liberty.

Theſe wounds you gave me, ſay will you heal me,
you have enſlav'd me, now ſet me free,
It's you can eaſe me, from bonds releaſe me,
and let me gain my tranquility.

My jewel and darling more fair than mornings,
or orient radient you far cutſhine,
Your eyes tranſparent have me alarmed,
I wiſh my charmer that you were mine.

Your ſwan-like boſom, your neck including,
your cheeks are blooming vermilion red,
Sure every feature new beauty graces,
and auburn treſſes flow from your head.

My breaſt is loaded with diſcompoſure,
in love-ſick motion I now complain,
Sly Cupid ſporting at my corrodings,
that Brat he glories in giving pain.

Will you relieve me, from death reprieve me,
your captive bleeder I now remain,
'm always weeping and ſtill am grieving,
but its when ſleeping of you I dream,

(illegible text)l recreations I'll now reſign them,
in ſilent places I mean to rove,
⟨my⟩ prayers completely I'il offer daily,
in adoration near Willow-grove.

(illegible text)e ſupreme Deities, ſay, will I gain her!
will I obtain her, can I intrude
(illegible text)n you my faireſt, what ſhall I ſay love,
but that I'm almoſt crazy for Mary Booth.