"Invoked by sires with anxious fear,
Their children's days with bliss to cheer;
By maidens, who to thee alone
Unloose the chaste, the virgin zone;
By fervid bridegrooms, whose delight
Is stay'd till thou hast bless'd the rite.
"Raise, boys, the beaming torches high!
She comes--but veil'd from every eye;
The deeper dyes her blushes hide;
With songs, with pæans greet the bride!