To Miss Moor, On her FIRE-SCREEN. Mary Chandler Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T63103 Chandler, Mary, 1687-1745. The Description Of Bath. A Poem. Humbly Inscribed To Her Royal Highness the Princess Amelia. By Mrs. Mary Chandler. The Third Edition. To which are added, Several Poems by the same Author [poems only]. London Printed for James Leake, Bookseller in Bath 1736 pp. 68-69. 77p.

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To Miss Moor , On her FIRE-SCREEN . When gloomy Winter's clad in Snow , Without one chearful Shade of Green ; When one blank View is all the Shew , And not a Leaf or Flower seen ; When now the shiv'ring feather'd Throng To distant warmer Regions fly , Or wanting Food , or chill'd with Frost , Or by the fatal Powder die : You , my young fair one , of your own A new Creation can provide : Your Flow'rs gay blooming as in May , Your Trees the sharpest Frost abide . The Flow'rs ne'er fade , nor drop the Fruits , Nor fades the Verdure of the Fields ; All the gay Seasons in one Scene , The ever-pleasing Prospect yields . 'Tis true , the Music of the Birds , Escapes your Art , nor strikes your Ear . But see them pearching on the Trees , As if delighted to be here . Your tender Mind's a fertile Soil ; May all the Graces flourish there ! May Modesty protect the Whole , And , as your Face , your Name be fair !