On either Side her royal Sisters sat,
Both lovely, as herself, tho' not so gay;
The eldest had a Face divinely fair;
Calm was her Look, with Lips prepar'd for smiling,
She often rais'd her thankful Eyes to Heav'n;
Her Form was easy and her Name
The other (much the youngest) was array'd
In Virgin Robes white as unsully'd Snow;
Her thoughtless Smiles wou'd tame a Tiger's Rage,
A Lamb (whose Neck was circl'd with a Band
Of new blown Roses) at her Feet was laid,
A milk-white Dove upon her Hand she bore:
Thus ever blest sat  the fair.