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lend thy magic aid, Let me draw a heavenly maid. Bring the azure of the sky, For the fair one's lovely eye; Join the rose-bud's damask glow To the lustre of the snow; Juno's dignity of mien, Venus' smile and look serene; Taste and genius to excel; All that fabling poets tell Of the Goddesses divine, The Graces, or the Sister Nine; Native elegance refin'd, Lovely person, lovely mind: To these add candour, pity, truth, All that can embellish youth. Now the finished picture see, Sportive Fancy's jeu d’esprit.