LOVE'S VICTORY.

Sing to Love — for, oh,‘ twas he

Who won the glorious day;

Strew the wreaths of victory

Along the conqueror's way.

Yoke the Muses to his car,

Let them sing each trophy won;

While his mother's joyous star

Shall light the triumph on.

Hail to Love, to mighty Love,

Let spirits sing around;

While the hill, the dale, and grove,

With “mighty Love” resound;

Or, should a sigh of sorrow steal

Amid the sounds thus echoed o'er,

‘ Twill but teach the god to feel

His victories the more.

See his wings, like amethyst

Of sunny Ind their hue;

Bright as when, by Psyche kist,

They trembled thro’ and thro’.

Flowers spring beneath his feet;

Angel forms beside him run;

While unnumbered lips repeat

“Love's victory is won!”

Hail to Love, to mighty Love,