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EPITHALAMIUM.
By the same.
Ye Nymphs, that from Diana's Sport retir'd
Yon Forest leave awhile, and love to haunt
The bord'ring Vallies; saw ye, as they pass'd,
A chosen Pair, the Glory of your Plains,
Array'd in Youth's full Bloom, and Nature's Prime?
Saw ye the Glance of Beauty, when the Fair,
Quiver'd with Charms, and by the Graces dress'd
March'd on: With Joy the Bridegroom flush'd, beyond
What liveliest Fancy, unpossess'd, can dream?
Yon Forest leave awhile, and love to haunt
The bord'ring Vallies; saw ye, as they pass'd,
A chosen Pair, the Glory of your Plains,
Array'd in Youth's full Bloom, and Nature's Prime?
Saw ye the Glance of Beauty, when the Fair,
Quiver'd with Charms, and by the Graces dress'd
March'd on: With Joy the Bridegroom flush'd, beyond
What liveliest Fancy, unpossess'd, can dream?
Heard ye the Musick of the Groves around
Warbling, while Choirs of Gratulation rung,
From ev'ry Spray; and Nightingales, soft tun'd,
In Notes peculiar trill'd, the Nuptial Song!
Such as in Neighb'ring Windsor's fav'rite Shade
They chaunt; and, if their Handel's Ear be true,
No where on Silence steal with Lay so sweet.
Warbling, while Choirs of Gratulation rung,
From ev'ry Spray; and Nightingales, soft tun'd,
In Notes peculiar trill'd, the Nuptial Song!
Such as in Neighb'ring Windsor's fav'rite Shade
They chaunt; and, if their Handel's Ear be true,
No where on Silence steal with Lay so sweet.
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Auspicious Omens brood on the fair Hour!
Did ever Hymen's Look more fresh appear,
Or his bright Vest with deeper Yellow flow?
The Vest that on Occasions high and rare
Pontifical he wears, when Hearts sincere
Combine; Of healthy Cheek, and sparkling Eye
As in the State of Nature, e'er his Shafts
By Gold were blunted. How the blazing Torch,
Fann'd by Love's Pinion, sheds unusual Fire!
Lo! by the Trail of Light, he left behind,
As from the Shrine his Jubilee return'd,
The Muse, invited Guest, attends her Theme
Right to the Nuptial Bow'r. There ent'ring, thrice
She hemm'd, thrice blest the Threshold with a Sneeze,
Prelude of Happiness to come. Her Lyre
She strung,—a friendly, voluntary Strain.
Did ever Hymen's Look more fresh appear,
Or his bright Vest with deeper Yellow flow?
The Vest that on Occasions high and rare
Pontifical he wears, when Hearts sincere
Combine; Of healthy Cheek, and sparkling Eye
As in the State of Nature, e'er his Shafts
By Gold were blunted. How the blazing Torch,
Fann'd by Love's Pinion, sheds unusual Fire!
Lo! by the Trail of Light, he left behind,
As from the Shrine his Jubilee return'd,
The Muse, invited Guest, attends her Theme
Right to the Nuptial Bow'r. There ent'ring, thrice
She hemm'd, thrice blest the Threshold with a Sneeze,
Prelude of Happiness to come. Her Lyre
She strung,—a friendly, voluntary Strain.
“Hail (she began) distinguish'd Pair! how sit
To join in wedded Love, each other's Choice!
Bridegroom, thy Taste is elegant indeed,
And Fingers nice, that on some Sunny Bank
In Beauty's Garden cull'd so fair a Flow'r.
To thine transplanted from her native Soil.
Cherish besure thy blooming Charge; keep off
Each Blast unkind, and Zephyr's Gale alone
Blow there, and genial Suns for ever smile.
Who not applaud thy Vow? Hereafter who
Dispute thy Palate, judging and exact,
Owner of curious Bliss?—Nor Thou, fair Bride,
Repine, nor homeward cast thy longing Eye;
'Twas time to sever from the Virgin Choir.
What Joy in Loneliness to waste the Hours
Unfruitful? see, hard by, Loddona's Stream
Cold and inactive creep along; her Face
Shaded with pensive Willow,—till anon
Married to jovial Thames, briskly she glides
O'er many a laughing Mead.—'Tis Nature wills
Such Union: Blest Society! where Souls
Move, as in Dance, to Melody divine,
Fit Partners. (How unlike the noisy Broils
Of wedded Strife!) Hence Friendship's gen'rous Glow
At Love's high Noon; and hence the sober Flame
Steddy, as Life declines.—All Comforts hence
Of Child and Parent, strongest, dearest Ties!
Think not the fair Original design'd
To flourish and be lost. The World expects
Some Copies to adorn another Age.—
Thank the kind Gods; Be happy, live and love.
To join in wedded Love, each other's Choice!
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And Fingers nice, that on some Sunny Bank
In Beauty's Garden cull'd so fair a Flow'r.
To thine transplanted from her native Soil.
Cherish besure thy blooming Charge; keep off
Each Blast unkind, and Zephyr's Gale alone
Blow there, and genial Suns for ever smile.
Who not applaud thy Vow? Hereafter who
Dispute thy Palate, judging and exact,
Owner of curious Bliss?—Nor Thou, fair Bride,
Repine, nor homeward cast thy longing Eye;
'Twas time to sever from the Virgin Choir.
What Joy in Loneliness to waste the Hours
Unfruitful? see, hard by, Loddona's Stream
Cold and inactive creep along; her Face
Shaded with pensive Willow,—till anon
Married to jovial Thames, briskly she glides
O'er many a laughing Mead.—'Tis Nature wills
Such Union: Blest Society! where Souls
Move, as in Dance, to Melody divine,
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Of wedded Strife!) Hence Friendship's gen'rous Glow
At Love's high Noon; and hence the sober Flame
Steddy, as Life declines.—All Comforts hence
Of Child and Parent, strongest, dearest Ties!
Think not the fair Original design'd
To flourish and be lost. The World expects
Some Copies to adorn another Age.—
Thank the kind Gods; Be happy, live and love.
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