Classic Poem

O YOU , who like a fruitful vine
To this our royal cedar join,
Since it were impious to divide,
In such a present, hearts so tied;
Urania your chaste ears invites
To these her more sublime delights.
Then, with your zealous lover, deign
To enter David's num'rous fane.
Pure thoughts his sacrifices are,
Sabæan incense, fervent pray'r;
This holy fire fell from the skies,
The holy water from his eyes.
O should you with your voice infuse
Perfection, and create a Muse!
Though mean our verse, such excellence
At once would ravish soul and sense;
Delight in heav'nly dwellers move,
And, since they cannot envy, love,
When they from this our earthly sphere
Their own celestial music hear.