Phillis

Upon two cheeks of sunny glow
Two lovely living roses grow;
While flung o'er alabaster rocks
I see thy wandering auburn locks.

A paradise is round me, where
All, all is smiling, bright, and fair:
I am the heir of joy. Advance,
heart! to thine inheritance.

From laughing love and song and jest,
From blessing, I would fain be blest:
Bliss flaps my soul on every breeze,
And am I blest with thoughts like these?

I breathe the balmy breath of youth,
I have no cause for restless ruth;
Why should I not enjoy the peace
Which sooths our mortal recklessness?

The dove that flits about the groves,
Is he not blest ? He loves, he loves;
And wheresoe'er he takes his flight,
A sweet voice sooths him to delight.