Fowle's New Hampshire Gazette And General Advertiser

POET'S CORNER.

The INVITATION.

COME, thou rosy, dimpled boy,
Source of ev'ry heartfelt joy
Leave the blissful bow'rs awhile,
Paphos, and the Cyprian isle,
Visit Columbia's happy shore,
Columbians too thy pow'r adore:
Freemen, hardy, bold, and free,
Own thy laws, and yield to thee.
Source of ev'ry heart felt joy,
Come, thou rosy, dimpled boy!
Haste to Sylvia, haste away,
This is thine, and Hymen's day;
Bid her thy soft bondage wear,
Bid her for love's rites prepare;
Let the nymphs, with many a flow'r
Deck the sacred nuptial bow'r
Thither lead the lovely fair,
And let Hymen too be there:
This is thine and Hymen's day,
Haste to Sylvia, haste away.
Only while we love we live,
Love alone can pleasure give;
Pow'r and pomp, and tinsel state,
Those false pageants of the great,
Crowns and scepters, envied things,
And the pride of eastern kings,
Are but childish empty toys,
When compar'd to love's sweet joys:
Love alone can pleasure give,
Only while we love we live.

Hail! both of you linked in

Soft as the temper of your minds,
Strong as the lustre of your eyes.
So Venus' doves in couples fly,
And friendly steer their equal course;
Whose feathers Cupid's shafts supply,
And wing them with resistless force.
Thus as you move love's tender flame,
Like that of friendship, purer burns;
Both your divided passions claim,
And friends and rivals prove by turns.
Then ease yourselves and bless mankind,
Friendship or court no more pursue:
In wedlock's rosy bow'r you'll find
The joys of love and friendship too.

(Rumney.)