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Calliope,
playing upon a Violencello, sings,
At the Close of this Song, enters the Genius of the Family, clad in a Scarlet Robe, with a Duke's Coronet on his Head, a Shield on his left Arm, with the proper Bearing of Hamilton.

GENIUS.
Fair Mistris of harmonious Sounds, we hear
Thy Invitation gratefu' to the Ear;
Of a' the Gods, who from the Olympian Height
Bow down their Heads, and in thy Notes delight,
Jove keeps this Day in his Imperial Dome,
And I to lead th'invited Guests am come.

Enter Venus, attended by three Graces, with Minerva and Hymen, all in their proper Dresses.
CALLIOPE.
Welcome, ye bright Divinities, that guard
The Brave and Fair, and faithfu' Love reward;
All hail, immortal Progeny of Jove,
Who plant, preserve and prosper sacred Love.

GENIUS.
Be still auspicious to th'united Pair,
And let their purest Pleasures be your Care;
Your Stores of genial Blessings here employ,
To crown th'Illustrious Youth and Fair-ane's Joy.

VENUS.
I'll breathe eternal Sweets in ev'ry Air;
HE shall look always Great, SHE ever Fair;
Kind Rays shall mix the Sparkles of his Eye,
Round her the Loves in smiling Crowds shall fly,
And bear frae ilka Glance, on douny Wings,
Into his ravish'd Heart the saftest Things:
And soon as Hymen has perform'd his Rites,
I'll show'r on them my hale Idalian Sweets
They shall possess,
In each Caress,
Delights shall tire
The Muses Sire,
In highest Numbers to express.

HYMEN.
I'll busk their Bow'r, and lay them gently down,
Syne ilka langing Wish with Raptures crown;
The gloomy Nights shall ne'er unwelcome prove,
That leads them to the silent Scenes of Love.
The Sun at Morn shall dart his kindest Rays,
To chear and animate each dear Embrace:
Fond of the Fair, he falds her in his Arms;
She blushes secret, conscious of her Charms.
Rejoice, brave Youth,
In sic a Fouth
Of Joys the Gods for thee provide;
The rosy Dawn,
The flow'ry Lawn,
That Spring has dress'd in a' its Pride,
Claim nae Regard
When they're compar'd
With blooming Beauties of thy Bride.

MINERVA.
Fairest of a' the Goddesses, and thou
That links the Lovers to be ever true,
The Gods and Mortals awn your mighty Power,
But 'tis not you can make their Sweets secure:
That be my Task, to make a Friendship rise,
Shall raise their Loves aboon the vulgar Size.
Those near related to the brutal Kind,
Ken nathing of the Wedlock of the Mind;
'Tis I can make a Life a hinny Moon,
And mould a Love shall last like that aboon.
A' these sma' Springs, whence cauld Reserve and Spleen
Take their first Rise, and favour'd flow mair keen,
I shall discover in a proper View,
To keep their Joys unmix'd, and ever new.
Nor Jealousy, nor envious Mouth,
Shall dare to blast their Love;
But Wisdom, Constancy and Truth,
Shall ev'ry Bliss improve.

GENIUS.
Thrice happy Chief, sae much the Care
Of a' the Family of Jove,
A thousand Blessings wait the Fair,
Who is found worthy of his Love.
Lang may the fair Attractions of her Mind
Make Her still lovelier, Him for ever kind.

MINERVA.
The Ancestors of mightiest Chiefs and Kings,
Nae higher can derive than humane Springs;
Yet frae the common Soil each wondrous Root,
Aloft to Heaven their spreading Branches shoot:
Bauld in my Aid, these triumph'd over Fate,
Fam'd for unbounded Thought or stern Debate,
Born high upon an undertaking Mind,
Superior raise, and left the Crowd behind.

GENIUS.

I. GRACE.
While Gods keep Haly-day, and Mortals smile,
Let Nature with Delights adorn the Isle:
Be hush, bauld North, Favonius only blaw,
And cease, bleak Clouds, to shed or Weet or Snaw;
Shine bright, thou radiant Ruler of the Year,
And gar the Spring with earlier Pride appear.

II. GRACE.
Thy Month, great Queen of Goddesses, make gay,
Which gains new Honours frae this Marriage Day.
On Glotta's Banks, ye healthfu' Hynds, resort,
And with the Landart Lasses blythly sport.

III. GRACE.
Wear your best Faces and your Sunday's Weeds,
And rouse the Dance with your maist tunefu' Reeds;
Let tunefu' Voices join the rural Sound,
And wake responsive Echo all around.

I. GRACE.
Sing your great Master, Scotia's eldest Son,
And the lov'd Angel that his Heart has won;
Come, Sisters, let's frae Arts hale Stores collect
Whatever can her native Beauties deck,
That in the Day she may eclipse the Light,
And ding the Constellations of the Night.

VENUS.
Cease, busy Maids, your artfu' Buskings raise,
But small Addition to her genuine Rays;
Tho' ilka Plain and ilka Sea combine
To make her with their richest Product shine,
Her lip, her Bosom, and her sparkling Een,
Excel the Ruby, Pearl, and Diamond sheen:
These lesser Ornaments, illustrious Bride,
As Bars to safter Blessings, fling aside,
Steal frae them sweetly to your Nuptial Bed,
As frae its Body slides the sainted Shade;
Frae loath'd Restraint to Liberty above,
Where all is Harmony, and all is Love:
Haste to these Blessings,—kiss the Night away,
And make it ten times pleasanter than Day.

HYMEN.
The Whisper and Caress shall shorten Hours,
While kindly as the Beams on dewy Flowers;
Thy Sun, like him who the fresh Bevrage sips,
Shall feast upon the Sweetness of thy Lips:
My haly Hand maun chastly now unloose
That Zone which a' thy Virgin Charms enclose:
That Zone shou'd be less gratefu' to the Fair
Than easy Bands of safter Wedlock are.
That lang unbuckled grows a hatefu' thing,
The langer These are bound, they mair of Honour bring.

MINERVA.
Yes, happy Pair, what e'er the Gods inspire,
Pursue, and gratify each just Desire:
Enjoy your Passions, with full Transports mixt;
But still observe the Bounds by Vertue fixt.

Enter BACCHUS.
What brings Minerva here this rantin Night?
She's good for nathing but to preach or fight:
Is this a Time for either!—Swith away,
Or learn like us to be a thought mair gay.

MINERVA.
Peace, Theban Roarer, while the milder Powers
Give Entertainment, there's nae need of yours;
The pure Reflection of our calmer Joys
Has mair of Heaven than a' thy flashy Noise.

BACCHUS.
Ye canna want it, Faith! You that appear
Anes at a Bridal but in twenty Year:
A Ferly 'tis your Dortiship to see;
But where was e'er a Wedding without me?
Blew Een, remember, I'm baith Hap and Saul
To Venus there, but me she'd starve o' Caul.

VENUS.
We awn the Truth,—Minerva, cease to check
Our jolly Brother with your Disrespect;
He's never absent at the Treats of Jove,
And shou'd be present at this Feast of Love.

GENIUS.
Maist welcome Power, that chears the vital Streams,
When Pallas guards thee frae thy wild Extremes;
Thy rosy Visage at these solemn Rites,
My generous Charge with open Smiling greets.

BACCHUS.
I'm nae great Dab at Speeches that maun clink,
But there's my Paw I shall fou tightly drink
A hearty Health to thir same lovely Twa,
That are sae meikle dauted by you a';
Then with my Juice a reeming Bicquor crown,
I'll gie the Toast, and see it fairly round.

Enter Ganymed, with a Flagon in one Hand, and a Glass in the other,—speaks.
To you, blyth Beings, the benign Director
Of Gods and Men,—to keep your Sauls in tift,—
Has sent you here a Present of his Nectar,
As good as e'er was browen aboon the Lift.

BACCHUS.
(Drinks, and causes all the Company to drink round.)

The Health about, Musick and Dancing begin.—The Dancing over before her Grace retires with the Ladies to be undress'd; Calliope sings the