Fowle's New Hampshire Gazette And General Advertiser

A SCRAP.

Hail, happy Hymen! give content,
In softest scenes, and love invite,
Warm our cold hearts with pleasures and delight.
Ye heavenly Nine, combine to aid my muse,
And I of expression thro' each line diffuse;
From love's unlawful haunt, to warn mankind,
And teach our youth connubial bliss to find;
Know then, superior joys attend the wedded state,
'Tis heaven on earth—no earthly joys so great;
The feeling bosom ne'er to love is lost;
Which love of virtue, not of follies boast,
Marriage, sweet balm! does our wrongs repair,
Cheers up the soul, nor lets mankind despair;
'Tis that, the torrent of impetuous passions bind,
'Tis that, to nobler ends invites mankind:
With more than mortal bliss each sex it charms,
With joys prolific loads the lover's arms:
In wedlock's bands unites the happy pair,
And roving fancy binds to one bright fair;
Hence wild desires fly the honest breast,
And constancy, and love, give peace and rest;
Let mortals hence great Hymen's rites adore,
Hoard up his sweets in blest contentment's store,
Invoke his power, that e'er in wedlock lies,
Proclaim his praise thro' the azure skies;
Hence my Albania feels his potent sway,
And urge her sons to crown the wedding day.

JUNIUS.