My meek-ey'd darling tho you askd no glass
Think not your friend could bear to let you pass
That lovly mein so modest yet so mild
As tho of harmony you were the child
Will be reflected with superior grace
To all the bloom that e'er adorn'd a face.
Young as you are you captivate each heart
And make your friends most anxious to impart
Their choicest stores to please the taste or sense
Of so much sweetness truth and inocence
So have I seen a rose of brightest hue
Fold up its leaves and shrink from human view
The sweetest emblem I can find of you
May you grow up a pattern to your sex
And when a bigger glass your face reflects
May it still shew you good as well as fair
Your parents joy and providence care
And bent in wisdom Sacred path to run
And all the follies of your Sex to shun.