A Valentine

She that is fair, though never vain or proud,
More fond of home than fashion's changing crowd;
Whose taste refined even female friends admire,
Dress'd not for show, but robed in neat attire;
She who has learn'd, with mild, forgiving breast,
To pardon frailties, hidden or confess'd;
True to herself, yet willing to submit,
More sway'd by love than ruled by worldly wit:
Though young, discreet — though ready, ne'er unkind,
Blest with no pedant's, but a woman's mind:
She wins our hearts, toward her our thoughts incline,
So at her door go leave my Valentine.