II.
"Come worship me!" said the God of Love,
"And life shall equal the realms above;
My cheeks are ruddy and white in turn,—
And my lips are as red as wine,
And Grief ne'er comes where the pleasures burn
And the joys that are slaves of mine!"
"Come worship me!" said the God of Love,
"And life shall equal the realms above;
My cheeks are ruddy and white in turn,—
And my lips are as red as wine,
And Grief ne'er comes where the pleasures burn
And the joys that are slaves of mine!"