And Hymen's here, kind eye on all to keep,
Hymen, with roses crowned,
Leads on the Lion, bound
In floral bonds and blossom-bridled, deep
In scattered flowers. Your lyres ye laureates sweep,
And marriage measures sound!
Not Una's guardian more gladly bare
Burden more pleasant—pure!
With footing gently sure
Leo on-paces. Hymen's torch in air