text:  Then thron'd in glass and nam'd it Caroline: Each maid cry'd Charming; and each youth Divine! Did Nature's pencil ever blend such rays Such vary'd light in one promiscuous blaze? Now prostrate! dead! behold that Caroline: No maid cries charming! and no youth divine! And lo the wretch! whose vile whose insect lust Laid this gay daughter of the Spring in dust Oh punish him or to th' Elysian shades Dismiss my soul where no carnation fades