ODE LXIII.[1]

To Love, the soft and blooming child,

I touch the harp in descant wild;

To Love, the babe of Cyprian bowers,

The boy, who breathes and blushes flowers;

To Love, for heaven and earth adore him,

And gods and mortals bow before him!

[1] "This fragment is preserved in Clemens Alexandrinus, Storm, lib. vi.

and In Arsenius, Collect. Graec."--BARNES.

It appears to have been the opening of a hymn in praise of Love.

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