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THE TRIUMPHS


At length th' enraptur'd youth, all forms complete,
Bears his sweet bride to his paternal seat:
On a fair lawn the cheerful mansion stood,
And high behind it rose a circling wood.
As the blest lord of this extensive reign
Led his dear partner thro' her new domain,
With fond surprise, Serena soon descried
A temple rais'd to her ætherial guide.
Its ornaments she view'd with tender awe,
Their fashion such as she in vision saw;
For the kind youth, her grateful smile to gain,
Had, from her clear description, deck'd the fane.
Joyful he cried to his angelic wife,
"Be this kind power the worship of our life!"
He spoke; and led her to the inmost shrine;
Here, linked in rosy bands, two votaries shine;
The pencil had imparted life to each,
With energy that seem'd beyond its reach.
First stood Connubial Love, a manly youth,
Whose bright eye spoke the ardent vows of truth;