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Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine, _ Unwind the solemn twine, and tie my Valentine! Oh the Earth was made for lovers, for damsel, and hopeless swain, For sighing, and gentle whispering, and unity made of twain. Awaken you of the left inspirators, find my spiritual pour of the divine. Unwind my unheard helix, and bind my lifework! Oh the Earth was made to oath, the maiden, and the hopeless suitor, For with patience, and the righteous words, together made two All things do go a courting, in earth, or sea, or air, God hath made nothing single but thee in His world so fair! The bride, and then the bridegroom, the two, and then the one, Adam, and Eve, his consort, the moon, and then the sun: The life doth prove the precept, who obey shall happy be, Who will not serve the sovereign, be hanged on fatal tree. All things are recorded, in the flesh, the spirit, the mind, God has made nothing alone but you in His world so find the pair! The bride, and then the bridegroom, the two, and then the one, Adam, and Eve, his consort, reflected in the mind, and then enlightening: The life does prove the commandments, who obey shall happy be, Who will not serve the Sovereign, be hanged on fatal tree. The high do seek the lowly, the great do seek the small, None cannot find who seeketh, on this terrestrial ball; The bee doth court the flower, the flower his suit receives, And they make merry wedding, whose guests are hundred leaves; The wind doth woo the branches, the branches they are won, And the father fond demandeth the maiden for his son. The high do seek lowly, the great do seek the small Everyone is seeking something, but nobody considers the chase, on this earthly dance. The working man court the bride, the bride his suit receives And they make merry wedding, after they have been going over others a hundred times; The modern idea does woo its surroundings, the surroundings they are won, And the father devoted demands the virgin for his son The storm doth walk the seashore humming a mournful tune, The wave with eye so pensive, looketh to see the moon, Their spirits meet together, they make them solemn vows, No more he singeth mournful, her sadness she doth lose. The punishment does hover along over the edges silently twirling a mournful wave, Inside the eye of the storm only then considerate, looking to check his upon his mind, Their spirits ajoin together, they make them faithful vows No more he sings mournful, her sadness she does lose. The worm doth woo the mortal, death claims a living bride, Night unto day is married, morn unto eventide; Earth is a merry damsel, and heaven a knight so true, And Earth is quite coquettish, and beseemeth in vain to sue. The decayer does join the mortal, death claims a living bride, In poor judgement unto sight is obtained, understanding till judgement day; Earth is a hopeful damsel, and heaven a wish so true, And the fleshy life is quite attractive but chasing after is in vain. Now to the application, to the reading of the roll, To bringing thee to justice, and marshalling thy soul: Thou art a human solo, a being cold, and lone, Wilt have no kind companion, thou reap’st what thou hast sown. Now as for the observers, to the understanding of the direction, To bringing you to justice, and mustering your soul: You are one of a kind, a being cold and alone, Without the desire of company, you reap what you have sown. Hast never silent hours, and minutes all too long, And a deal of sad reflection, and wailing instead of song? There’s Sarah, and Eliza, and Emeline so fair, And Harriet, and Susan, and she with curling hair! Never having long depressive periods, and moments of deep affliction, And a deal of sad reflection, and heavy wailings instead of softened sadness? There's is the old, the faithful, and the brave so fair And joy, and the pure, and she with twisting heir! Thine eyes are sadly blinded} but yet thou mayest see Six true, and comely maidens sitting upon the tree; Approach that tree with caution, then up it boldly climb, And seize the one thou lovest, nor care for space, or time! Your sight is sadly narrow but yet may you see On your lowest moments, and lovely maidens waiting for a spouse; Approach that candidate with caution, then invest boldly in that person, And seize the one you lovest, nor care for status, or age! Then bear her to the greenwood, and build for her a bower, And give her what she asketh, jewel, or bird, or flower — And bring the fife, and trumpet, and beat upon the drum — And bid the world Goodmorrow, and go to glory home! Then bear her to the wed, and build for her a pleasant place, And give her what she asks, a prize of earthly value, of wisdom, or of emotion - And bring the whistle, and the leg, and beat upon the rhythm - And bid the world for good offspring, and go to glory home!