Classic Poem

XVI

Ten Thousand Garlands from the stores
Of flowry Aromatick shores;
With shining Colours newly born ,
All blooming Beauties of the Morn!
Gather'd before the Delphick God ,
Or the soft Wind that gently breaths ,
Had kist the tender Virgin Bud ,
Had robb'd the sweetness from their leaves;
In mystick order these shall spread
The h [ a ] llow'd ground, where Thou shalt tread ,
And shed their Infant Odours round Thy Sacred head:
Ten Thousand Hearts all with soft wishes fill'd ,
Chast as Thy Bosom, pure as is Thy Fame ,
Ten Thousand Vows from Souls that yield
Eternal Adorations to Thy Name!
Let the contending Merchant strive
For Indian Pearls and Western Ore,
Those raffl'd Toys by which They thrive ,
And sell their saf [ e ] ties of the shore;
Unvalu'd trifles to a Power Divine ,
To whom a wounded Heart is more
Than all the Ransackt World has laid before
Upon the Worshipt shrine!
These are the Tributes we devoutly pay
Great Juno on Her solemn Holy-day.