From mother's fondling bosom ta'enPerforce, 0 Hymenaeus Hymen0 Hymen Hymenaeus.Thou lacking, Venus ne'er avails—While Fame approves for honesty—Love-joys to lavish: ne'er she failsThou willing:—with such DeityWhoe'er shall dare compare?Thou wanting, never son and heirThe Hearth can bear, nor parents beBy issue girt, yet can it bear,Thou willing:—with such Deity,Whoe'er shall dare compare?An lack a land thy sacring rite,The perfect rule we ne'er shall seeReach Earth's far bourne; yet such we sight,Thou willing:—with such DeityWhoe'er shall dare compare?Your folds ye gateways wide-ope swing!The maiden comes. Seest not the sheen