The Birth of Bliss

When first in Eden's roseate bow'rs Adam mark'd the lonely hours; Though in life no pain he knew, Yet from life few joys he drew: Still the social passions slept, Hope alone her vigil kept; Thus in Eden's hallow'd shade, Sweetly sang the blue-ey'd maid: "Tenant of this happy plain, Stranger, blest, to ev'ry pain, Still imperfect is thy state, What is life without a mate? Rising with the second morn Lovely woman shall be born; Blest with her thy breast shall know Charms divine from love that flow." Pausing here, the blue-ey'd maid Ceas'd to sing in Eden's shade. Charm'd by strains so sweet, so blest, The common father sunk to rest; When appear'd the second dawn, Pleas'd, he trod the verdant lawn. Seated 'neath a woodbine's shade Soon he saw the perfect maid; Each in mutual wonder gaz'd; Love within each bosom blaz'd. Rosy blushes tinge the fair; Smiling cherubs bless the pair: Each transported with their lot, Join to bless the nuptial knot To a more sequester'd shade Adam led the blushing maid; Lock'd within each other's arms, Gazing on each other's charms; Each exchang'd a balmy kiss, Giving thus a birth to bliss.