Sonataa

Ever charming though every Charm may be Her endowment lies in the borrowed eye, And whilst man's first sense remains to see So lives sweet Charm, and she will not die. Yet, as her aspect forms a chosen home As each lonely moth seeks the candle's flame, Alas! T'was pride which lit pompous Rome And its blaze will char Charm's cherished name. Beloved Charm long hast thou been warned In painted lines or eternal verse, For every poor soul that thou hast scorned Thy blessings perish, born thy worst curse. And live thou a life, much pious and outspoken   Much less gashed thy soul by the shards of the broken.