Classic Poem

Holy Agnes ever blest,
Hear a mortal Youth's Request;
Let this Night propitious prove
To my Wishes, and to Love!

Fair Amelia at thy Shrine
Spends this Festival divine;
From polluting Viands free,
Even from her fav'rite Tea.

Thou, nor any Saint above,
Ne'er more Piety could prove;
Ne'er with more Devotion past
Any solemn annual Fast.

Listen to Amelia 's Vows!
Make her very soon a Spouse!
Let this Night before her bring
Him, who may despise a King!

Round her Bed let Cupids stand!
Let them join her to his Hand!
O that I the Youth might name!
Love shall do it — 'Tis the same.

Hear me Virgin ever-blest!
Kindly hear a Youth's Request!
Let this Night propitious prove
To my Wishes, and to Love!