To
her
Grace
the
Dutchess
of
Portland
,
with
the
foregoing
Lines
.
'Tis
theirs
,
who
but
to
please
aspire
,
On
Fiction
to
employ
the
Lyre
;
Make
Gods
and
Goddesses
display
The
Splendor
of
the
Nuptial
Day
.
To
paint
thee
at
the
hallow'd
Shrine
,
A
solemn
,
glorious
Scene
!
be
Mine
;
Now
lightly
touch'd
—
Some
other
Hour
,
(
If
e'er
the
Cloud-dispelling
Pow'r
Remove
the
Damps
,
that
chill
my
Vein
)
I'll
trace
the
slight-drawn
Lines
again
;
Warm
Col'ring
on
the
Piece
bestow
,
Till
Life
shall
from
the
Pencil
flow
.
Lovely
Bride
!
with
Bliss
be
crown'd
,
Diffusing
Happiness
around
:
Beneficent
,
like
Harley
,
shine
;
Like
Henrietta
,
grace
your
Line
.