ILLUSTRIOUS Nymph! whose Art could raise
This skilful Monument of Praise,
Forgive the Bard, who strikes the Lyre;
Accept the Verse, your  inspire:
For, when your  strike my Eyes,
The voluntary Numbers rise.
Who can be silent, when they view
This fair Creation, wrought by
Each Flow'r does with such Lustre shine,
Such Beauties crown the gay Design;
That Nature fix'd in Wonder stands,
To see she's rival'd by your Hands;
And, jealous of your Art, displays
A Blush, when she the Work surveys.
Yet this accomplish'd Piece, we find,
Shews a faint Image of your ;
The lovely Charms, and Graces
But copy those, that centre