(For the Mirror.)
Horace.—Ode xxx.—B. 1.
TO VENUS.
He invokes her to be present at Glycera's private sacrifice
Venus! leave thy loved isle,
And on Glycera's altar smile;
Breathing perfumes hail the day,
Haste thee, Venus! haste away.
Bring with thee the am'rous boy;
The loose-rob'd Graces crown our joy!
Youth swell thy train, who owes to thee