Whose Timidity Frequently Agitated Her, When Pressed To Gratify Her Friends By Her Musical Talents. 'Tis Said (And I Believe It Too) That Genuine Merit Seeks The Shade; Blushing To Think What Is Her Due, As Of Her Own Sweet Pow'Rs Afraid: - Thus, Lovely Maid! On Fluttering Wings, Thy Pow'Rs A Thousand Fears Pursue, Which, Like Thy Own Harmonious Strings, When Press'D Enchant, And Tremble Too! The Pity, Which We Give, You Owe, For Mutual Fears On Both Attend; While Anxious Thus You Joy Bestow, We Fear Too Soon That Joy Will End!