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WHen Innocence, and Beauty meet, To add to Lovely Female Grace, Ah, how beyond Expression sweet Is every Feature of the Face:

By Vertue, ripened from the Bud, The flower Angelick Odours breeds, The fragrant Charms of being good, Makes gawdy Vice to smell like Weeds.

Oh Sacred Vertue, tune my Voice, With thy inspiring Harmony; Then I shall sing of rapting Joys, Will fill my Soul with Love of thee.

To lasting Brightness be refin'd, When this vain Shadow flyes away, Th' eternal Beauties of the Mind Will last, when all Things else decay.