O the charm that manners draw, Nature, from thy genuine law![539] 155 If from what her hand would do, Her voice would utter, aught ensue Untoward[540] or unfit; She, in benign affections pure, In self-forgetfulness secure, 160 Sheds round the transient harm or vague mischance A light unknown to tutored elegance:[541] Her's is not a cheek shame-stricken, But her blushes are joy-flushes; And the fault (if fault it be) 165 Only ministers to quicken Laughter-loving gaiety, And kindle sportive wit--- Leaving this Daughter of the mountains free[542] As if she knew that Oberon king of Faery[543] 170 Had crossed her purpose with some quaint vagary, And heard his viewless bands Over their mirthful triumph clapping hands. "Last of the Three, though eldest born,[544] Reveal thyself, like pensive Morn 175 Touched by the skylark's earliest note, Ere humbler gladness be afloat. But whether in the semblance drest Of Dawn--or Eve, fair vision of the west, Come with each anxious hope subdued 180 By woman's gentle fortitude, Each grief, through meekness, settling into rest. --Or I would hail thee when some high-wrought page Of a closed volume lingering in thy hand Has raised thy spirit to a peaceful stand 185 Among the glories of a happier age."