The buxom air, the saphire main,
All height and depth confess thy gracious reign;
But chief is thy delight to dwell
Lodg'd in the human breast, thy dearest cell.
Favour and friendship meet thee there,
And tender transport with the gushing tear:
There wedlock at thy altar bends,
There halcyon peace securely broods,
And meek tranquillity attends
To quell unruly rage, and sooth the swelling floods.