The Invocation: A Song Poem by Cornelius Arnold

Soft God of Love! to thee I sing,
To thee a wounded Heart I bring;
O! hear, O! hear a tender Maid,
Who suppliant seeks thy friendly Aid.
I own thy Sway, thy Power I feel,
Thyself in gracious Smiles reveal;
Nor let thy Triumph o'er my Breast,
In Rage and Torment be exprest.
Bring Strephon to these longing Eyes,
To thee shall Clouds of Incense rise;
Or hear my Pray'r, or set me free,
Soft God of Love! propitious be.