VERSES ON A YOUNG LADY PLAYING ON A HARPSICHORD AND SINGING.

1 When Sappho struck the quivering wire,
The throbbing breast was all on fire;
And when she raised the vocal lay,
The captive soul was charm’d away!

2 But had the nymph possess’d with these
Thy softer, chaster power to please,
Thy beauteous air of sprightly youth,
Thy native smiles of artless truth—

3 The worm of grief had never prey’d
On the forsaken love-sick maid;
Nor had she mourn’d a hapless flame,
Nor dash’d on rocks her tender frame.