AIR. (Sacred Hymen, on this night)

Sacred Hymen, on this night, Thy torch with fire celestial light; And, in thy smiling crown of flowers, Symbol this pair's delicious hours.

Let Flora's rose the wreath adorn, Deprived of each intruding thorn; Let the fond heliotrope be there; And Venus' myrtle fresh and fair:

Mars, for his laurel, next invoke, And blend it with the civic oak; So Bliss, Fame, Constancy, shall prove Their lot bestowed by thee and Love.