INVOCATION
TO
CUPID
.
TO
FREDERICK
REYNOLDS
,
ESQ
.
DECK'D
with
rays
of
purple
light
,
Hither
,
Cupid
,
wing
thy
flight
;
Through
the
pure
unclouded
sky
Let
thy
shafts
unnumber'd
fly
.
Bid
the
warblers
of
the
grove
Bow
before
the
shrine
of
Love
;
And
with
thy
resistless
dart
Pierce
,
O
pierce
each
youthful
heart
.
Hark
,
how
round
thy
hallow'd
shrine
,
Sweetly
chaunt
the
tuneful
Nine
;
O'er
the
green
enamel'd
plains
Pouring
all
their
magic
strains
.
Phoebus
now
with
fervid
rays
Lights
thy
altar's
holy
blaze
;
And
,
touching
soft
his
magic
lyre
,
Joins
the
sweet
Aonian
choir
.