to MR. PRATT.
As, on some festive day, the village maid,
In simple robe, with neatest art array'd,
Her modest beauty careful to adorn,
Seeks the fair flow'rs that deck the dewy mom;
Nor needs the diamonds of the courtly fair,
Whilst native gems entwine her flowing hair:
So, Bard of "Sympathy!" thy artless lay
O'er the charm'd heart still bears resistless sway;
In simple robe, with neatest art array'd,
Her modest beauty careful to adorn,
Seeks the fair flow'rs that deck the dewy mom;
Nor needs the diamonds of the courtly fair,
Whilst native gems entwine her flowing hair:
So, Bard of "Sympathy!" thy artless lay
O'er the charm'd heart still bears resistless sway;