An ODE.

An ODE.

I.

AH cease to grieve, fond fluttering Heart, Thy charming Conqueror returns; Hence every Doubt each Fear depart, The Youth with equal Passion burns.

II.

Haste, gentle Winds, and waft him here, Nor long my lov'd Philander keep; Grant, Queen of Love, a Lover's Prayer, Sooth into Smiles thy native Deep.

III.

While I thy gentle Power address, View the dear Object of my Care; View him, bright Goddess, and confess A lovelier Adonis there.

IV.

Then can my Vows be fruitless paid, When in that love-inspiring Form; Those melting Graces are display'd, Which your celestial Breast cou'd warm.

V.

Come then, my Soul's Enslaver, come, To these fond Eyes their Bliss restore; Be these encircling Arms thy Home, And fate shall never part us more.