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AN EPITHALAMIUM,
ON THE MARRIAGE OF A FRIEND.
Hail to the holy rite divine,
That binds the heart to Love's decree,
Where hands with thrilling transport join,
And souls are lock'd in unity!
That binds the heart to Love's decree,
Where hands with thrilling transport join,
And souls are lock'd in unity!
Sweet is the poet's flower the rose,
Unfenc'd with its protecting thorn;
But ah! more sweet its beauty shows,
And richer tints its robes adorn,
Unfenc'd with its protecting thorn;
But ah! more sweet its beauty shows,
And richer tints its robes adorn,
When so expos'd that toil and care
Are both requir'd to reach its charms—
It bids th' approaching swain beware,
For its obtrusive thorn alarms.
Are both requir'd to reach its charms—
It bids th' approaching swain beware,
For its obtrusive thorn alarms.
This truth, ye happy couple, blest,
Do you not feel in every vein—
Is there not something here express'd,
That makes you echo to the strain?
Do you not feel in every vein—
Is there not something here express'd,
That makes you echo to the strain?
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O! may the hours in dance recede,
Cheer'd with the music of the soul—
No envious cares your bliss impede,
But love alone your hearts, control.
Cheer'd with the music of the soul—
No envious cares your bliss impede,
But love alone your hearts, control.
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