Where--e'er you go, some Actions still we hear, <br />Which make the Goodness of your Mind appear. <br />Hibernia early saw those Seeds of Worth, <br />In your fair Breast, which now shoot nobly forth; <br />Foresaw the Hopes you gave, matur'd by Time, <br />And griev'd to yield you to a happier Clime. <br />Tho' to the Height of all your Wishes bless'd, <br />Yet still your Sighs can rise for the Distress'd: <br />So young, so good! Georgina, 'tis thy Fate, <br />To be admir'd, and lov'd in ev'ry State. <br /> <br />How does thy Manner to thy Words impart <br />Some won'drous Pow'r to gain upon the Heart, <br />Engaging All!--Beneficence we see, <br />Tho' fair Herself, yet owing Charms to Thee: <br />O fitted Thou for Spencer's Race, who scorn <br />To think they only for Themselves were born!<br /><br />Mary Barber<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-the-honourable-mrs-spencer-on-her-removing-from-windsor-to-rookly-in-hampshire/
