Classic Poem

CHAP. V.

PART I.

The Bridegroom .

M Y sister and my lovely bride,
(To me by many ties ally'd)
I'm come into my garden, where
I please myself in gathering myrrh,
In gathering every spice, and gum:
I eat my Hony from the comb;
My wine and milk go sweetly down,
With plenty these my table crown.
Come eat with me, my welcome friends,
Eat of the gifts heaven kindly sends;
Drink, as our joys and wines abound;
Drink, dear companions, freely round.