HAIL, sacred  by whose chearing Ray
All Joys increase, without it fade away:
Ev'n HYMEN's  tho' burning e'er so bright,
Aided by  shines with double Light.
This you, O CELIA! by Experience find,
Whose  lives always in your Mind:
No Length of Time, no Distance, ever ras'd
His lov'd Idea from your tender Breast:
Your friendly Flame admits of no Decays;
But glows, unclouded, with augmented Rays,
And makes your bridal Lamp much brighter blaze.
That faint, pale, languid Lamp, in Age, expires,
Except 'tis fed with Friendship's constant Fires:
These to the  of our Years extend;
And, when the  cools, they warm the
When all the transient  of Youth are o'er,
When all the  of Beauty  no more;
Surviving  gives us fresh Supplies
Of lasting Bliss, and more substantial Joys;
Which sweeten all the Troubles Age has brought,
And make the Dregs of Life a cordial Draught.