Say, mighty love, and teach my song
To whom thy sweetest joys belong,
And who the happy pairs;
Whose yielding hearts and joining hands
Find blessings twisted with their bands,
To soften all their cares.
Two kindest souls alone must meet,
‘Tis friendship makes the bondage sweet,
And feeds their mutual love.
If there be bliss without design,
Ivies and oaks shall grow and twine,
And be as blest as they.