An Acrostic.

Grace and beauty here combine,
Richer than the rose new blown;
Am'rous by her charms divine,
Can I generous love disown,
Ever wishing she was mine.

Careful Heaven, her preserve,
Unknown to love, or careful duty:
Let not youth to folly swerve,
Let not pride corrode her beauty,
Ever shall this heart incline,
Ne'er but to wish that she was mine.