Clarinda Poem by Henry Baker

Grateful, sincere, good--natur'd, mild, humane,
Wise, and yet humble: witty, but not vain:
Above her Sex divine Clarinda soars,
Faultless herself, she Others Faults deplores:
Their Affectation treats with just Disdain,
And scorns the little Arts by which They reign.

How fair our Great--first--Parent's lovely Frame,
When perfect from her Maker's Hand she came!
Sweetly Majestick!--each endearing Grace,
Each Charm celestial blooming in her Face,
Her Form Clarinda's--had her Soul been so,
She ne'er had sinn'd, nor Man been doom'd to Woe.