To Seraphina

The wanton's charms, however bright, Are like the false illusive light Whose flattering unauspicious blaze To precipices oft betrays: But that sweet ray your beauties dart, Which clears the mind, and cleans the heart, Is like the sacred queen of night, Who pours a lovely gentle light Wide o'er the dark, by wanderers blest, Conducting them to peace and rest. A vicious love depraves the mind, 'Tis anguish, guilt, and folly joined; But Seraphina's eyes dispense A mild and gracious influence; Such as in visions angels shed Around the heaven-illumined head. To love thee, Seraphina, sure Is to be tender, happy, pure; 'Tis from low passions to escape, And woo bright virtue's fairest shape; 'Tis ecstasy with wisdom joined; And heaven infused into the mind.