SONG XIV. AN Ode to LOVE

Parents Divine of Heaven—ly Lore, Propi—tious to thy Vo—try prove, Thy sacred Influence impart—impart,— And teach me to disclose my Heart.

That it's fond Languishings display'd, May gently move the pitying Maid, And musick's Love taught Powers reveal, What Fear forbids my Tongue to tell.

O let that pure, that living Fire, Which warms my Soul with soft Desire, In artless genuine Truth exprest, Rise equal Ardours in her Breast.

Creep softly thro' each tender Part, And melt to Sympathy her Heart, So shall the grateful Muse repay. Thy power which first attun'd her Lay.