Must I speak  of love? the boundless theme
Might run beyond the edge of life's short dream:
His spells are blessings — witch'ries so sublime
They triumph o'er distress, and fate, and time.
Wouldst ask the  of love? — Oh! change the prayer,
Thou little know'st his power, to fasten there!
Let the mean bosom crave its
Thine shall with more distinguish'd ardors burn:
To  the passion — yes, be that thy strain,
Invoke the god of the mysterious pain!
Whate'er thy nature — gentle, fiery, rough —
To LOVE — learn but TO LOVE — and thou hast bliss enough!