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An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.

A Song: ‘Fair, sweet, and young, receive a prize’

FAIR, sweet, and young, receive a prize

Reserved for your victorious eyes:

From crowds whom at your feet you see,

Oh pity and distinguish me!

As I from thousand beauties more

Distinguish you, and only you adore.

Your face for conquest was designed,

Your every motion charms my mind;

Angels, when you your silence break,

Forget their hymns to hear you speak;

But when at once they hear and view,

Are loth to mount, and long to stay with you.

No graces can your form improve,

But all are lost, unless you love;

While that sweet passion you disdain,

Your veil and beauty are in vain:

In pity then prevent my fate,

For after dying all reprieve’s too late.