To Adeline

To Adeline

Among the village maidens gay,

Thou are the lovely queen;

Neatly deck'd in fine array,

Yes, lovely ADELINE.

Thy form is delicately fair,

And artless is thy mein;

And other charming graces rare,

Adorn thee, ADELINE.

The crimson rose that paints thy cheeks,

As blooming as sixteen;

Thy vestal modesty bespeaks,

Oh! lovely ADELINE!

Thine eyes and tresses, black as jet,

Thy countenance serene'

Thy shapely features, fitly set,

Oh! lovely ADELINE.

Thine accents, oft as morning dews,

Bespangling the green;

While gentleness thy heart imbues,

Oh! lovely ADELINE.

Oh! hadst thy mind been polish'd bright,

Those graces rarely seen;

Might beam with more refulgent light,

In thee, sweet ADELINE!

A.

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