Oh! Hide Those Tempting Eyes, That Faultless Form, Those Looks With Feeling And With Nature Warm; The Neck, The Softly-Swelling Bosom Hide, Nor, Wanton Gales, Blow The Light Vest Aside; For Who, When Beauties More Than Life Excite Silent Applause, Can Gaze Without Delight! But Innocence, Enchanting Maid, Is Thine; Thine Eyes In Liquid Light Unconscious Shine; And May Thy Breast No Other Feelings Prove, Than Those Of Sympathy And Mutual Love!