5
The Jovial Sons of Jove.
When Heaven, to soften human care,
Bade pity sympathize with woe—
That sorrow's child should fortune share,
Friendship bestowed on man below,
Whose balm dispelling every grief—
Brought to the aching soul relief;
To inspire the jest, create the smile.
Gay Momus reae'i'd our wave-bound is'e—
Proclaiming loud the thunderer's love,
To bless with mirth the sons of Jove.
As Bacchus raised the generous vine,
As Vulcan formed the sparkling bowl,
Apollo struek the lyre divine,
And music's charms inspired the soul:
Through heaven was heard the sacred sound,
From heaven the pleasing notes rebound;
When harmony arrived at earth.
By wit inspired, to song gave birth;
And love his choicest chaplets wove,
To deck the favorite sons of Jore.
In peals of thun 'er swell the sound,
Écho the mandate as it floats;
Louder the enchanting theme resound,
And catch the mirth-inspiring notes.
