Perfect Content: hopes and prospects of Goodness.

In Virtue's path commence your prosperous life;

And from my hand receive your worthy Wife.

Rise, Phoebe; rise, my Girl!— kneel not to me;

But to THAT POW'R who interpos'd for thee.

Integrity hath mark'd your favourite Youth;

Fair budding Honour, Constancy, and Truth:

Go to his arms;— and may unsullied joys

Bring smiling round me, rosy Girls and Boys!

I'll love them for thy sake. And may your days

Glide on, as glides the Stream that never stays;

Bright as whose shingled bed, till life's decline,

May all your Worth, and all your Virtues shine!’