Classic Poem

On her Marriage to George Courtenay, Esq.

Believe it or not, as you choose,
The doctrine is certainly true
That the future is known to the Muse,
And poets are oracles too.

I did but express a desire
To see Catharina at home
At the side of my friend George's fire,
And lo! she is actually come.

Such prophecy some may despise,
But the wish of a poet and friend
Perhaps is approv'd in the skies,
And therefore attains to its end.

'Twas a wish that flew ardently forth
From a bosom effectually warm'd
With the talents, the graces, and worth
Of the person for whom it was form'd.

Maria would leave us, I knew,
To the grief and regret of us all;
But less to our grief, could we view
Catharina the Queen of the Hall.

And therefore I wish'd as I did,
And therefore this union of hands
Not a whisper was heard to forbid,
But all cry Amen to the bands.

Since, therefore, I seem to incur
No danger of wishing in vain
When making good wishes for her,
I will e'en to my wishes again —

With one I have made her a wife,
And now I will try with another,
Which I cannot suppress for my life —
How soon I can make her a mother.