On Jessy Lewars – [On Jessy Lewars]

[A]
TALK not to me of savages
From Afric's burning sun,
No savage e'er could rend my heart
As Jessy, thou hast done.

But Jessy’s lovely hand in mine,
A mutual faith to plight,
Not even to view the heavenly choir,
Would be so blest a sight.

[B]
FILL me with the rosy wine,
Call a toast-------- a toast divine;
Give the Poet's darling flame,
Lovely Jessy be the name;
Then thou mayest freely boast,
Thou hast given a peerless toast.

[C]
SAY, sages, what 's the charm on earth
Can turn Death's dart aside?
It is not purity and worth,
Else Jessie had not died.

[D]
BUT rarely seen since Nature's birth,
The natives of the sky;
Yet still one seraph's left on earth,
For Jessie did not die.