THE WREATHS.A TALE.taken from the "Curiosities of Literature."ADDRESSED TO A YOUNG LADY.
What flow'r, in nature's charms so fair,
With dear Eliza can compare,
Whene'er some sweet, some glad surprise
Bids her soft blushes mantling rise?
But when the fair on conquest bent,
To charm some favor'd youth intent,
Distrusting her pale maiden rose,
With artificial radiance glows,
At distance still as fair, as true,
The blooming beauty stands to view;
Approach, and all her magic's flown,
Her cheeks their borrow'd tints disown;
With dear Eliza can compare,
Whene'er some sweet, some glad surprise
Bids her soft blushes mantling rise?
But when the fair on conquest bent,
To charm some favor'd youth intent,
Distrusting her pale maiden rose,
With artificial radiance glows,
At distance still as fair, as true,
The blooming beauty stands to view;
Approach, and all her magic's flown,
Her cheeks their borrow'd tints disown;
