Glory speak of him issuing
(220) Child of mother as excellent
She, as only that age-renown'd
Wife, whose story Telemachus
235 Blazons, Penelopea.
Virgins, close ye the door. Enough
(225) This our carol. O happiest
Lovers, jollity live with you.
Still that genial youth to love's
240 Consummation attend ye.
LXII.
YOUTHS.
Hesper is here; rise youths, rise all of you; high on Olympus
Hesper his orb long-look'd for aloft 'gins slowly to kindle.
Time is now to arise, from tables costly to part us;
Now doth a virgin approach, now soundeth a glad Hymenaeal.
5 Hymen O Hymenaeus, O Hymen come Hymenaeus.
VIRGINS.
See ye yon youthful band? O, maidens, rise ye to meet them.
Comes not Night's bright bearer a fire o'er Oeta revealing?
Surely; for even now, in a moment all have arisen,
Not for nought have arisen; a song waits, goodly to gaze on.
10 Hymen O Hymenaeus, O Hymen come Hymenaeus.
YOUTHS.