Poems on Various Subjects with some Essays in Prose, Letters to Correspondents, &c. and A Treatise on Health. By Samuel Bowden |
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AN EPITHALAMIUM.
(By the Same.)
Awake my Muse, and tune the lyre,
Oh! warm me with celestial fire.
Attend my call, thou long-lost maid,
For Love, and Hymen crave thy aid.
See, see, she comes on purple wings,
And thus the smiling virgin sings.
While the gay, sparkling glass goes round,
With sprightly wit, and pleasure crown'd,
Permit the Muse, with nuptial song,
To mingle in the cheerful throng.
Oh! warm me with celestial fire.
Attend my call, thou long-lost maid,
For Love, and Hymen crave thy aid.
See, see, she comes on purple wings,
And thus the smiling virgin sings.
While the gay, sparkling glass goes round,
With sprightly wit, and pleasure crown'd,
Permit the Muse, with nuptial song,
To mingle in the cheerful throng.
Here
Hymen's torch, gay Cupid's light,
And hearts, as well as hands unite:
O! may the flame forever burn,
'Till love shall into friendship turn.
That noblest passion of the mind,
For friendship's flame is love refin'd.
And hearts, as well as hands unite:
O! may the flame forever burn,
'Till love shall into friendship turn.
That noblest passion of the mind,
For friendship's flame is love refin'd.
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May bounteous heaven on you bestow,
The highest bliss it gives below.
May peace, and plenty, lovely pair!
Still make you their peculiar care.
Let every joy, by each possess'd,
Be doubl'd in each others breast:
Let every care, and every pain,
(For cares the stream of life will stain)
Be ever lighter made, and less,
By sympathizing tenderness.
To this refin'd, and pure delight,
The joys of sense are low, and light.
The highest bliss it gives below.
May peace, and plenty, lovely pair!
Still make you their peculiar care.
Let every joy, by each possess'd,
Be doubl'd in each others breast:
Let every care, and every pain,
(For cares the stream of life will stain)
Be ever lighter made, and less,
By sympathizing tenderness.
To this refin'd, and pure delight,
The joys of sense are low, and light.
May love, and reason hand in hand,
To guard the blissful mansion stand:
Nor let harsh discord enter there,
With pale repentance in the rear.
To guard the blissful mansion stand:
Nor let harsh discord enter there,
With pale repentance in the rear.
Thus may the blissful moments move,
Upon the downy wings of love.
On virtue, and on reason grow,
Firm base of happiness below.
And when the glass of time is run,
And life's weak slender thread is spun,
May you together seek the skys,
And in celestial glory rise.
Upon the downy wings of love.
On virtue, and on reason grow,
Firm base of happiness below.
And when the glass of time is run,
And life's weak slender thread is spun,
May you together seek the skys,
And in celestial glory rise.
HOLT.
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