Thy Tale of BLANCH, ingenious Fair, Describes a mind so rich and rare, It seems an obvious sign That all the virtues in her breast Are with such vivid truth exprest Because they glow in thine.
But, though in virtues both agree, Oh! may her fate be far from thee, Of DEATH th' untimely prey— Long may'st thou live to strike the lyre, Not more to charm an anxious Sire, Than all who read thy lay.
