She's beauteous as Venus, and mild as Aurora,
Discreet as Minerva, and youthful as Flora.
The Virtues, her Guards, never slumber nor sleep,
But a strict Watch around her eternally keep.
The Loves are her Lacquies, still running before her,
The Graces her Dressers.--All Creatures adore her.
Rejoyc'd at her Presence fond Nature looks gay:
The Trees bow their Heads on each side of her
The Flowers send forth a Profusion of sweet:
The Grass looks more green that is trod by her Feet:
The Birds hover round, as she trips it along,
And improve from her Voice the best Notes of their Song.
Great Phoebus himself is delighted to see
A Power more bright, and all--cheering than He,
And stopping his Steeds in the midst of their Way,
He gazes,--forgetting to drive on the Day.