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The Shamrock

or, Hibernian Cresses. A Collection of Poems, Songs, Epigrams, &c. Latin as well as English, The Original Production of Ireland. To which are subjoined thoughts on the prevailing system of school education, respecting young ladies as well as gentlemen: with practical proposals for a reformation [by Samuel Whyte]

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TO THERANIA.
  
  
  
  
  
  
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TO THERANIA.

Dear Object of my tenderest Care,
When Flattery assails thine Ear,
Shun, shun the poisonous Bait;
But when an honest, artless Muse,
In Praise conceals no sordid Views,
Attend and emulate.

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Secure then read this votive Lay,
In Welcome to that happy Day,
Which claims Therania's Birth;
Thrice happy Day which first foretold,
What now, admiring, all behold,
Thy Beauty, and thy Worth.
O! that my Verse could flow along,
Still like the Subject of my Song,
Form'd every Taste to please;
Where lively Wit, with Judgment shines,
And sweet Simplicity combines,
With Dignity, and Ease.
Her Presence smiling Nature charm'd,
And with each winning Grace she arm'd
Her Person, and her Mind;
And friendly Art, with Reason's Aid,
Unites in fashioning the Maid,
The loveliest of her Kind.
Reflection, Modesty, and Truth,
Adorn her Manners, guard her Youth,
And speak in all her Ways;
Within her Breast, exempt from Pride,
The tender Passions all reside,
And bright Good-humour plays.
Fortune to her, tho' rarely found
True Merit with her Favours crown'd,
Has lavish Bounty shewn;
And yet, a Circumstance more rare,
Fortune can boast no Influence there—
Goodness, she's all thy own.

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Thus form'd to yield, and to receive,
All Pleasures Earth and Heaven can give,
Therania, all be thine:
Happy, such Virtues when I see,
Happier, contemplating in thee;
That Blessing still be mine.
And may the destin'd youthful Swain,
Whose plighted Heart shall thine obtain,
Just to thy Wishes prove!
May all your Days with Peace be crown'd,
And Years on Years dance gaily round,
In Harmony and Love.