Answer to the Morning Herald

Miss Flaxman

Ask the fair Eliza why
The big tear trembles in her eye?
Why amidst the festive throng
She shuns the dance, denies the song?
And why such fearful joy she shews
And why her cheek with crimson glows,
Why beam her looks with such delight
When Celadon appears in sight?
Then ask her if ’tis pow’rful Love
Such ever varying feelings move?

Quick from her heart, the purple tide will rush
The conscious maid will answer with a blush!