To Lady Charlotte Gordon, Dressed In A Tartan Scotch Bonnet, With Feathers

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Title:     To Lady Charlotte Gordon, Dressed In A Tartan Scotch Bonnet, With Feathers
Author: James Beattie [More Titles by Beattie]

TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE LADY CHARLOTTE GORDON,
DRESSED IN A TARTAN SCOTCH BONNET, WITH FEATHERS, &c.

Why, Lady, wilt thou bind thy lovely brow,
With the dread semblance of that warlike helm,
That nodding plume, and wreath of various glow,
That graced the chiefs of Scotia's antient realm?

Thou knowest that virtue is of power the source,
And all her magic to thy eyes is given;
We own their empire, while we feel their force,
Beaming with the benignity of heaven.

The plumy helmet, and the martial mien,
Might dignify Minerva's awful charms;
But more resistless far the Idalian queen--
Smiles, graces, gentleness, her only arms.

[The end]
James Beattie's poem: To Lady Charlotte Gordon, Dressed In A Tartan Scotch Bonnet, With Feathers, &c.

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