Haste, haste, Amelia, gentle fair

Haste, haste, Amelia, gentle fair, To soft Elysian gales; From smoke to smiling skies repair, And sun-illumin'd vales; No sighs, no murmurs, haunt the grove, But blessings crown the plains; Here calm Contentment, heav'n-born maid, And Peace, the cherub, reigns.

O come! for thee the roses bloom, The deep carnation grows; For thee sweet vi'lets breathe perfume, The white rob'd lily blows; For thee their streams the Naiads roll, The daisied hills are gay, Where (emblems of Amelia's soul) The spotless lambkins play.

From vale to vale the zephyrs rove, To rob th' unfolding flow'rs; And music melts in ev'ry grove, To charm thy rural hours; The warbling lark, high pois'd in air, Exerting all his pride, Will strive to please Amelia fair, Who pleases all beside.