The assembled twinklers—brilliantly array’d—
Unite in love to welcome forth the maid.
Great is the joy throughout the boundless vast.
Imagination sent a silvery blast
To ’wake the nightingales; the birds uprise
And pour their melodies into the skies.
The inmates of the mansion, hast’ning forth,
Beheld (they said) an angel come on earth;—
No greater beauty, say they, could exist
Than she, on whom their eyes were firmly fixt: