Classic Poem

When Hymen once the mutual bands has wove,
Exchanging heart for heart, and love for love,
The happy pair, with mutual bliss elate,
Own to be single's an imperfect state.
But when two hearts united thus agree
With equal sense, and equal constancy,
This, HAPPINESS, is thy extreamest goal,
'Tis marriage both of body, and of soul,
'Tis making heav'n below with matchless love,
And's a fair step to reach the heav'n above.