@3Yet once again let us our measures move, And with sweet notes record our joyful love. An object more divine none ever had: Beauty, and heaven-born worth, Mixt in perfection never fade. Then with a dance triumphant let us sing Her high advanced praise, And ev'n to heaven our gladsome welcomes With wings of music raise; Welcome, O welcome, ever-honoured Queen, To this now-blessed place! That grove, that bower, that house is happy Which you vouchsafe to grace.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN A LECTURE-ROOM by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH OFF THE GROUND by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE TO STATECRAFT EMBALMED by MARIANNE MOORE THE LONE BUTTE by EVA K. ANGLESBURG THE VISITOR by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE PROCTORSVILLE AND WINDSOR, VERMONT, STAGE by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY |