To
AURELIA
,
on
her
at
tempting
to
write
Verses
.
LONG
had
Aurelia
vainly
strove
To
write
in
melting
Strains
of
Love
;
Ambitious
of
a
Poet's
Name
,
She
wept
,
she
sigh'd
,
she
long'd
for
Fame
;
While
of
the
great
Design
possest
She
thus
the
Delian
God
addrest
:
Brightest
of
heavenly
Powers
above
,
Immortal
Son
of
thund'ring
Jove
;
Oh
glorious
Deity
impart
To
me
the
soft
poetic
Art
;
Vouchsafe
to
me
thy
sacred
Fire
,
And
with
thyself
my
Soul
inspire
.
She
spake
—
the
God
indulgent
hears
The
beauteous
Maid
,
and
grants
her
Prayers
.
On
Clio
turns
his
radiant
Eyes
,
And
to
the
tuneful
Goddess
cries
,
Fly
hence
to
fair
Aurelia's
Aid
,
In
heavenly
Strains
instruct
the
Maid
:
The
Muse
obeys
the
God's
Commands
With
Joy
,
and
swift
as
Thought
descends
,
And
at
Aurelia's
Side
attends
.
Conscious
of
her
new
Power
,
the
Maid
With
Thanks
the
glorious
Gift
repay'd
:
Now
Waller's
Sweetness
,
Granville's
Fire
,
At
once
her
tuneful
Breast
inspire
:
No
more
she
vainly
strives
to
please
,
The
ready
Numbers
flow
with
ease
:
All
soft
,
harmonious
and
divine
;
Apollo
shines
in
every
Line
.
The
Delian
God
with
Rapture
fill'd
,
Upon
his
lovely
Pupil
smil'd
.
Daphne
,
his
once-lov'd
charming
Care
,
Appear'd
to
him
not
half
so
fair
:
For
the
lost
Nymph
he
mourns
no
more
;
Nor
in
his
Songs
her
Loss
deplore
;
But
from
the
slighted
Tree
he
tears
It's
Leaves
,
to
deck
Aurelia's
Hairs
.
A
Poet
now
by
all
she's
own'd
,
And
with
immortal
Honour
crown'd
.