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ODE LXII. An Epithalamium, on the Marriage of Stratocles.

You, the fairest child of Jove,
Venus! powerful queen of love!
Cupid! god of pleasing strife!
Hymen! guard of happy life!
You I call. Propitious prove,
Hymen! Cupid! queen of love!

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Rise! too sleepy boy, arise!
Rise! and seize the lovely prize!
E'er the tim'rous thing take flight,
Shameful of intruding light.
Rise! o boy, by Venus blest!
Rise! and take her to thy breast!
Clasp the fair-one in thy arms.
Fair-one! full of bloomy charms.
Lively as in genial bow'rs,
Shines the rose, the queen of flow'rs!
Lively thy Myrtilla shows,
Mixt with maids, of maids the rose!
Now, that Phœbus from the sky
Views thee, boy, with envious eye.
Rise! and feast thy ravish'd sight!
Rise! and take the soft delight!—
So may they their influence shed,
On the fruitful marriage-bed;
So may they propitious prove;
Hymen! Cupid! queen of love!