Potent in ill; he bent his subtile powers
To draw young ARLA in his wily snare,
Join'd in her raptures, while sublime she pours
Entrancing strains of music on his ear.
Her pious fancies he enrich'd with thought,
She listen'd to the wisdom of his tongue,
And from his eyes fresh inspiration caught,
Whilst he enamour'd on her accents hung.
Her passions were already set on fire,
Without a guard her heart defenceless lay;
Soon to his arts her virtues fell a prey;
Her sweet affections glide to his desire.