Poem by Robert Burns

Epithalamium

1. 

O a’ ye hymeneal powers  
That rule the essence-mixing hours!  
Whether in eastern monarch’s bow’rs  
         Or Greenland caves,  
A nuptial scene in Machlin tow’rs  
         Your presence craves.  
 
2. 

Threescore-fyfteen, a blooming bride,  
This night with seventy-four is ty’d;  
O mak the bed baith saft an’ wide  
         Wi’ canie toil,  
An’ lay them gently side by side,  
         At least a while.  

1. Stanzas on the Same Occasion
2. Ode, Sacred to the Memory of Mrs. Oswald
3. The Day Returns
4. Lines Written under the Picture of Miss Burns
5. My Chloris

John Stagg Epithalamium ("HAIL! Hymen, thou propitious god of joy")

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