An ODE on Miss HARRIET HANBURY at Six Years old.

An ODE on Miss HARRIET HANBURY at Six Years old.

By Sir CHARLES HANBURY WILLIAMS.

I.

WHY shou'd I thus employ my time, To paint those cheeks of rosy hue? Why shou'd I search my brains for rhime, To sing those eyes of glossy blue?

II.

The pow'r as yet is all in vain, Thy num'rous charms, and various graces: They only serve to banish pain, And light up joy in parents' faces.

III.

But soon those eyes their strength shall feel; Those charms their pow'rful sway shall find: Youth shall in crowds before you kneel, And own your empire o'er mankind.

IV.

Then when on Beauty's throne you sit, And thousands court your wish'd-for arms; My Muse shall stretch her utmost wit, To sing the victories of your charms.

V.

Charms that in time shall ne'er be lost, At least while verse like mine endures: And future HANBURYS shall boast, Of verse like mine, of charms like yours.

VI.

A little vain we both may be, Since scarce another house can shew, A poet, that can sing like me; A beauty, that can charm like you.