The Happy Maid: A Song Poem by Cornelius Arnold

O! love, how pleasing are thy Darts,
Which wound a Pair of mutual Hearts?
With Joy we wear the pleasing Chain,
When thou with Smiles vouchsafes to reign.


Thy Pow'r in vain we would repel,
They're punish'd most, who most rebel;
But, O! how sweet's the Maiden's Pain,
Who gently sighs, nor sighs in vain.


Pleasing Anguish! gentle Fires!
Tender Wishes! soft Desires!
Smiling Hope, and sprightly Joy,
All her blissful Hours employ.