Classic Poem

Welcome , welcome, happy paire,
To these abodes, where spicy aire
Breathes perfumes, and every sense
Doth find his object's excellence:
Where's no heate, nor cold extreme,
No winter's ice, nor summer's scorching beame,
Where's no sun, yet never night,
Day always springing from eternal light;
All mortal sufferings laid aside,
Here in endless blisse abide.