ODE
.
THE
charms
which
blooming
Beauty
shows
From
faces
heavenly
fair
,
W
to
the
lily
and
the
rose
With
semblance
apt
compare
:
With
semblance
apt
;
for
ah
!
how
soon
,
How
soon
they
all
decay
!
The
lily
droops
,
the
rose
is
gone
,
And
beauty
fades
away
.
But
when
bright
Virtue
shines
confess'd
,
With
sweet
Discretion
join'd
;
When
Mildness
calms
the
peaceful
breast
,
And
Wisdom
guides
the
mind
;
When
charms
like
these
,
dear
Maid
,
conspire
Thy
person
to
approve
,
They
kindle
generous
,
chaste
desire
,
And
everlasting
love
.
Beyond
the
reach
of
Time
or
Fate
,
These
graces
shall
endure
,
Still
like
the
passion
they
create
,
Eternal
,
constant
,
pure
.