The earliest song of love,
Now in the heart—their fountain—heave
The waves that murmur love.
O blest Pygmalion—blest art thou—
It melts, it glows, thy marble now!
O Love, the God, thy world is won!
Embrace thy children, Mighty One.
Blessed through love are the Gods above—
Through love like the Gods may man be;
Heavenlier through love is the heaven above,