Classic Poem

On LOVE.

Victorious Love, thou sacred mystery!
What muse in mortal strains can speak of thee?
We feel th' effect, and own thy force divine,
But vainly would the glorious cause define.
In part, thy pow'r in these cold realms is known;
But in the blest celestial seats alone,
Thy triumphs in their splendid heights are shown.
Thy gentle torch, with a propitious light
And spotless flame, burns there for ever bright.
Expressless pleasure, and transporting grace,
With lasting beauty, shine upon thy face.
By ev'ry tongue thy charms are there confest,
And kindle joys in ev'ry heav'nly breast:
For thee they touch the soft, melodious string,
And Love in glad triumphant accents sing,
Almighty Love, whence all their raptures spring.