As when refreshing showers descend
On beauty's roses fair,
Such are the graces of my friend,
When I her converse share.
Unfading charms does she possess,
A mind that's well inform'd,
She sympathizes in distress,
And thus her life's adorn'd.
Her manner's graceful and sincere,
Expression's in her eye,
Which seems to speak, still lists to hear
The accents that are nigh.
Serene's her look, her heart's the same,
Contentment crowns her mind,
Her virtues sure deserve a name,
Where evergreen's entwine.
O may the lusre of my friend,
Whose charms so elevate,
Inspire my mind from vice to mend,
And virtue consecrate.
