To the Bride
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Title
To the Bride
Description
Now, the nuptial knot is tied,
Su'da attends the lovely bride;
Crown her, ye celestial powers,
Flora, strew her path with flowers.
Ye nine, your golden harps employ;
To melting strains of nuptial joy;
Oh! Cupid prove the gentle guide!
To this new, this beauteous bride!
Lead her to the Elys'an bower,
Deck'd with every open flower;
The grove, where coos the Turtledove,
Emblem, fair of virtuous love.
Pom'na, th' cornucopia bear;
With fruit ambrosial for her fare;
Oh! may she ne'er taste of sorrow!
But, joys gild each op'ning morrow.
Su'da attends the lovely bride;
Crown her, ye celestial powers,
Flora, strew her path with flowers.
Ye nine, your golden harps employ;
To melting strains of nuptial joy;
Oh! Cupid prove the gentle guide!
To this new, this beauteous bride!
Lead her to the Elys'an bower,
Deck'd with every open flower;
The grove, where coos the Turtledove,
Emblem, fair of virtuous love.
Pom'na, th' cornucopia bear;
With fruit ambrosial for her fare;
Oh! may she ne'er taste of sorrow!
But, joys gild each op'ning morrow.
Creator
Hymen
Source
1:43, p. 172
Date
1828.01.18
Collection
Citation
Hymen, “To the Bride,” Periodical Poets, accessed May 18, 2024, https://periodicalpoets.com/items/show/105.
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