Laura
ROSE-CHEEKED Laura, come;Sing thou smoothly with thy beauty’sSilent music, either otherSweetly gracing.
Lovely forms do flowFrom concent divinely framed;Heaven is music, and thy beauty’sBirth is heavenly.
These dull notes we singDiscords need for helps to grace them,Only beauty purely lovingKnows no discord.
But still moves delight,Like clear springs renewed by flowing,Ever perfect, ever in them-Selves eternal.