POEMS.
67
TO GEORGINA,
ON HER BIRTH-DAY.
Nor Love's complaint, nor Passion's prayer,
Nor Harp that's strung with Cupid's hair
Salutes thine ear, and bids the air
Spread round thy charms and worth:
'Tis Friendship, pure, serene, and mild,
Esteem's and Admiration's child,
Whose voice now hails the morn, which smiled
On fair Georgina's birth.
Nor Harp that's strung with Cupid's hair
Salutes thine ear, and bids the air
Spread round thy charms and worth:
'Tis Friendship, pure, serene, and mild,
Esteem's and Admiration's child,
Whose voice now hails the morn, which smiled
On fair Georgina's birth.
