Wealth, health, respect, delight, and love, are yours:
Sparkling, in cups of gold, your wines shall flow,
Grace that fair hand, in that dear bosom glow;
Fruits of each clime, and flowers, through all the year,
Shall on your walls and in your walks appear;
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Where all, beholding, shall your praise repeat,
No fruit so tempting and no flower so sweet.
The softest carpets in your rooms shall lie,
Pictures of happiest loves shall meet your eye,