SONNET. [How sweet is Love's first gentle sway]

How sweet is Love's first gentle sway,
When crown'd with flow'rs he softly smiles!
His blue eyes fraught with tearful wiles,
Where beams of tender transport play:
Hope leads him on his airy way,
And Faith and Fancy still beguiles —
Faith quickly tangled in her toils —
Fancy, whose magic forms so gay
The fair Deceiver's self deceive —
"How sweet is Love's first gentle sway;"
Ne'er would that heart he bids to grieve
From Sorrow's soft enchantments stray —
Ne'er — till the God exulting in his art,
Relentless frowns and wings th' envenom'd dart,