Classic Poem

Ye Muses, hail the Royal Dame,
Whose Charms Report excel;
Charms, brighter far than sounding Fame
With all her Tongues , could tell.

O glorious Prince ! Britannia 's Pride,
Welcome to Richmond Seats ,
Where Nature , proud to please your B RIDE,
Displays her choicest Sweets.

See! fragrant Beauties deck the Green,
The Branches bloom Delight;
Gay F LORA paints the verdant Scene,
To charm your Consort's Sight.

Hear! how the feather'd warbling Throng
Congratulate your F AIR !
Not more melodious was their Song
To the first wedded Pair .

That Pair , in Eden , ne'er repos'd
Where Groves more lovely grew;
Those Groves, in Eden , ne'er inclos'd
A lovelier P AIR than YOU.

You! happier than the former Two ,
Have nobler Tasks assign'd:
'Twas Theirs to curse the World; but You
Were born to bless Mankind.