LINESTO AN ACCOMPLISHED YOUNG LADY,Whose Timidity frequently agitated her, when pressed to gratify herFriends by her Musical Talents.’Tis said (and I believe it too)That genuine merit seeks the shade;Blushing to think what is her due,As of her own sweet pow’rs afraid:—Thus, lovely maid! on fluttering wings,Thy pow’rs a thousand fears pursue,Which, like thy own harmonious strings,When press’denchant, andtrembletoo!The pity, which we give, you owe,For mutual fears on both attend;While anxious thus you joy bestow,We fear too soon that joy will end!
Whose Timidity frequently agitated her, when pressed to gratify herFriends by her Musical Talents.
’Tis said (and I believe it too)That genuine merit seeks the shade;Blushing to think what is her due,As of her own sweet pow’rs afraid:—Thus, lovely maid! on fluttering wings,Thy pow’rs a thousand fears pursue,Which, like thy own harmonious strings,When press’denchant, andtrembletoo!The pity, which we give, you owe,For mutual fears on both attend;While anxious thus you joy bestow,We fear too soon that joy will end!