Wrote
as
if
repeated
extempore
by
a
Gentleman
,
occasioned
by
a
Miniature
Picture
of
a
Lady
being
put
up
as
a
But
to
shoot
at
in
Germany
the
time
of
the
last
war
.
O
Wing
my
shafts
to
reach
that
fair
one's
heart
,
My
fondest
wishes
to
her
soul
impart
.
Where
thousands
miss
,
successful
let
me
be
,
And
learn
each
virtue
thus
in
loving
thee
.
In
thee
alone
,
that
elegance
and
ease
,
With
native
sweetness
join'd
with
life
to
please
.
Propitious
!
—
The
gods
have
heard
my
prayer
,
And
eager
fly
to
catch
my
wounded
fair
.