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. Out Over The Forth
2. As Down the Burn They Took Their Way
3. Goode’en to You, Kimmer
4. The Rantin’ Dog the Daddie O’t
5. The Ordination

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

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