I read in your delighted Face, <br />The Nuptial Bands are ty'd: <br />From me congratulate her Grace, <br />Young Portland's lovely Bride. <br /> <br />Tell her, an humble, artless Muse <br />Would hail the happy Pair; <br />But that, like Flow'rs by deadly Dews, <br />Her Strains are damp'd by Care. <br /> <br />Those whom the tuneful Nine inspire, <br />Have now a spacious Field: <br />To them I must resign the Lyre, <br />To none in Wishes yield. <br /> <br />May Prudence still the Fair attend, <br />Who, with distinguish'd Taste, <br />In Caesar early chose a Friend, <br />With ev'ry Virtue grac'd: <br /> <br />Who back a thousand Years may trace, <br />And her Descent maintain, <br />From Ademar's illustrious Race, <br />Ally'd to Charlemain.<br /><br />Mary Barber<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-mrs-mary-caesar/
