By thee inspir'd, O Virtue, Age is young,
And music warbles from the faultering tongue;
Thy ray creative chears the clouded brow,
And decks the faded cheek with rosy glow,
Brightens the joyless aspect, and supplies
Pure heavenly lustre to the languid eyes:
Each look, each action, while it awes, invites,
And Age with every youthful grace delights.
But when Youth's living bloom reflects thy beams,
Resistless on the view the glory streams,
Th' ecstatic breast triumphant Virtue warms,
And Beauty dazzles with angelic charms.