In spite at her plumage he tried his skill;

Detraction's eyes no aim can gain Her winning powers to lessen : And fretful envy grins in vain,

The poison'd tooth to fasten.

Ye pow'rs of Honour, Love, and Truth,
From ev'ry ill defend her;
Inspire the highly favour'd youth
The destinies intend her;
Still fan the sweet connubial flame
Responsive in each bosom ;
And bless the dear parental name
With many a filial blossom.*

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