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WHEN in the realm of rich resplendent thought, The glories of love’s paradise appear, How soon do smiles dispel the midnight fear, And bring possession of the prize long sought? Unto the banquet of the heart are brought Fresh delicacies that to all are dear. At such a feast, O lover, dry thy tear, And think no more on battles that are fought. Let all thy powers celebrate in song This victory thou hast won from solitude. Think not of sorrow’s pall, nor fate’s past wrong That once delayed thy soul’s beatitude. At Hymen’s court shalt thou reside for long, Since thou art of love’s crownèd multitude.