Fears of sinning let in thoughts of sin.
Life is not measured by the time we live.
Her air, her manners, all who saw admir'd; Courteous though coy, and gentle though retir'd; The joy of youth and health her eyes display'd, And ease of heart her every look convey'd.
Who often reads, will sometimes wish to write.
Experience finds few of the scenes that lively hope designs.
Life's bloomy flush was lost.