Blest is the youth whom fav’ring fates ordain
The treasures of her love, and charms to gain!
The fragrant branch with curling tendrils bound,
With breathing odours—blooming beauty crown’d.
Sweet is the cheer her sprightly wit supplies!
Bright is the sparkling azure of her eyes!
Soft o’er her neck her lovely tresses flow!
Warm in her praise the tongues of rapture glow!
Here is the voice—tun’d by harmonious love,
Soft as the songs that warble through the grove!