 | Young Arthur |  |
Art thou that grac'd, subliming, good
Who by Eve's flow'ry pillow stood,
When she, though sleeping, smiling lay
From dreams which innocence could bring,
Where angels' tongues beguil'd her way
Through paths where bloom'd eternal spring?
There stood refinement, stood and smil'd—
Refinement, Truth and Virtue's child.
Who by Eve's flow'ry pillow stood,
When she, though sleeping, smiling lay
From dreams which innocence could bring,
Where angels' tongues beguil'd her way
Through paths where bloom'd eternal spring?
There stood refinement, stood and smil'd—
Refinement, Truth and Virtue's child.
| Young Arthur | |