He view'd her with surprize, for while he speaks,
Delight — not anger, flush'd her modest cheeks;
Th' emotions of her soul her eyes pourtray,
Where transient fires in vivid flashes play:
Rekindling transports as he gaz'd arise,
Which ting'd his lips, and fir'd his rapt'rous eyes;
New sympathies within his bosom sprung,
Which warm in hope impel his glowing tongue:
Pure and refin'd his passions now appear,
His virtues strengthen'd, and his heart sincere;
His voice sublime, his eyes alike inspire,
Pervade her soul, and fill her breast with fire:
Dubious no more, she seeks not to retreat,
Too strongly love did in her bosom beat;
Fast from her eyes the tears of transport flow,
Joy takes the language of her former woe;
Amid the shower a smile seraphic broke —
She gave her hand, and thus impassion'd spoke: