To a Flower

Emblem of Aminta's form,
Blossom elegant and fair,
Young Aminta has a charm
Flowers like thee can never wear.

In her mind good nature blooms,
Fairer than thy spotless white;
Flower diffusing sweet perfumes
While it glads the gazers sight.

Though the Lilly and the Rose
Mix their beauties in her face,
This with sweeter lustre glows,
Lustre heightening every grace.

Nor be this alone her praise,
While the muse's friendly eye
Many a fragrant bud surveys,
Bud where latent beauties lie.

O may every mental grace
Ripening fair its bloom display,
More than emulate her face,
Bloom which never can decay.