THE
BIRTH
OF
BLISS
.
TO
THE
HONOURABLE
GEORGE
LESLIE
,
SON
OF
THE
EARL
OF
LEVEN
,
&c.
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
.