Classic Poem

Hark ! hark! how the bells ring, how happy the day,
Now Thirsis makes Daphne his bride;
See cheerful birds chirping on ev'ry green spray,
And summer shines forth in its pride.

The lads and the lasses, so jocund and gay,
Their happiness hail with a song;
And Thirsis enchantingly pipes to their lay,
Inspiring with mirth all the throng.

The bride and the bride-groom then join in the dance
And smiling trip nimbly around;
The sprightly gay bride's-maids as nimbly advance,
And answer their smiles with a bound.

With all marriage articles pen'd on the heart,
The parties so sweetly agreed;
They needed no lawyer, with quibbling art,
Or parchment to draw up a deed.

For Love, the first blessing of blessings below,
That Heaven to mortals can give,
Was all the kind shepherdess had to bestow,
And all that she wish'd to receive.