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 were the notes our chaster Sappho sung, And every Muse dropped honey on her tongue. Blest shade! how pure a breath of praise was thine, Whose spotless life was faultless as thy line; In whom each worth and every grace conspire, The Christian's meekness, and the poet's fire. Learn'd without pride, a woman without art; The sweetest manners, and the gentlest heart. Smooth like her verse her passions learned to move, And her whole soul was harmony and love. Virtue that breast without a conflict gained, And easy, like a native monarch, reigned. On earth still favoured as by Heaven approved, The world applauded, and Alexis loved.