To Mrs. Frances--Arabella Kelly, With A Present Of Fruit.

Tho' the Plumb, and the Peach, with Apollo conspire,
To present you their Softness, and Sweetness, and Fire;
Their Aid is in vain; for what can they do,
But blush, and confess them selves vanquish'd by you?
Where Virtue and Wit with such Qualities blend,
What Mortal, what Goddess, would dare to contend?

poem by Mary Barber
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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