Classic Poem

I

I read in your delighted Face,
The Nuptial Bonds are ty'd:
From Me congratulate her Grace,
Young PORTLAND'S lovely Bride.

II

Tell her, an humble artless Muse
Would hail the happy Pair;
But that, like Flow'rs by deadly Dews,
Her Strains are damp'd by Care.

III

Those whom the tuneful Nine inspire,
Have now a spacious Field:
To them I must resign the Lyre,
To none in Wishes yield.

IV

May Prudence still the Fair attend,
Who, with distinguished Taste,
In CAESAR early chose a Friend,
With ev'ry Virtue grac'd.

V

Who back a thousand Years may trace,
And her Descent maintain,
From ADEMAR'S illustrious Race,
Ally'd to CHARLEMAIN.