The Patowmac Guardian, And Berkeley Advertiser

SEA TO THE MUSES.

Addressed to a Friend on his Marriage.

ADAM, when form'd, by heaven was plac'd
In Eden's happy grove,
A scene by nature richly grac'd
With every joy but love.
He wander'd round in pensive mood.
Nor could suppress his moan;
And heaven pronounc'd it was not good
For man to be alone.
A mate was given, divinely fair,
To fill his vacant arms:
Surpriz'd he gaz'd, and soon drew near,
Attracted by her charms.
Her conversation more endears
As side by side they rove,
Each day some new-born grace appears,
Each day confirms his love.
Eden he deems no more as waste.
Each shrub now breathes perfume
The fruits produce a richer taste,
The flowers a fairer bloom.
Sweet thrill the songsters of the grove,
More balmy zephyrs play;
The rills in softer murmurs rove,
All bless the bridal day.
Hail honor'd wedlock! sacred rite!
The crown of life is thine ;
The fountain thou of chaste delight
To Adam's virtuous line.
Despis'd by none but sordid souls,
The fop and debauchee:
Who reason drowns in midnight bowls,
Are wicked to be free.
Detesting those, my wiser friend,
Thou aim'st at nobler bliss,
In one lov'd fair thy wishes end,
And truth endears the kiss.
May you all heav'nly blessings share,
With each terrestrrial good;
Be happy as the first form'd pair,
While innocent they stood.
While every look content express'd
No place for wishes found ;
While earth spontaneous gave the feast,
And heav'n the banquet crown'd.