Classic Poem

The Bride .

O Let him seal his lips on mine,
His kisses breathe a love divine:
No juice the generous Vine can bear,
May with thy sweeter love compare.
The precious ointments on thee shed,
Around their liberal odors spread,
And with their odors spread thy fame,
Sweet, as rich oils diffus'd, thy name,
Thy name the virgins hearts inspires
With sacred love and pure desires.
Draw me by thy almighty charms;
We'll run, we'll fly into thy arms.
Me, happy me! the king of kings
Into his bridal chambers brings!
Joy sits upon our hearts and tongues;
Joy tunes our thoughts, and tunes our songs.
We'll think upon this love of thine,
More than full bowls of sparkling Wine:
For every soul that's good and just,
Loves thee, dear Lord, and love thee must.