THE BIRTH OF BLISS. TO THE HONOURABLE GEORGE LESLIE, SON OF THE EARL OF LEVEN, &c. George Monck Berkeley Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T142950 K111746.000 Berkeley, George Monck, 1763-1793. Poems: by the late George-Monck Berkeley, Esq. ... With a preface by the editor, consisting of some anecdotes of Mr. Monck Berkeley and several of his friends. London printed by J. Nichols; and sold by Messrs. Leigh and Sotheby; Mr. Edwards; Mr. Cooke, Oxford; Mr. Todd, York; Messrs. Simmons and Co.; Messrs. Flackton, Marrable, and Claris; and Mr. Bristow, Canterbury 1797 pp. 60-62. viii,DCXXXII,212p.,plate: port.; 4⁰.

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THE BIRTH OF BLISS . TO THE HONOURABLE GEORGE LESLIE , SON OF THE EARL OF LEVEN , &c. WHEN first in Eden's roseate bow'rs Adam mark'd the lonely hours ; Though in life no pain he knew , Yet from life few joys he drew : Still the social passions slept , Hope alone her vigil kept ; Thus in Eden's hallow'd shade , Sweetly sang the blue-ey'd maid : " Tenant of this happy plain , Stranger , blest , to ev'ry pain , Still imperfect is thy state , What is life without a mate ? Rising with the second morn Lovely woman shall be born ; Blest with her thy breast shall know Charms divine from love that flow . " Pausing here , the blue-ey'd maid Ceas'd to sing in Eden's shade . Charm'd by strains so sweet , so blest , The common father sunk to rest ; When appear'd the second dawn , Pleas'd , he trod the verdant lawn . Seated 'neath a woodbine's shade Soon he saw the perfect maid ; Each in mutual wonder gaz'd ; Love within each bosom blaz'd . Rosy blushes tinge the fair ; Smiling cherubs bless the pair : Each transported with their lot , Join to bless the nuptial knot To a more sequester'd shade Adam led the blushing maid ; Lock'd within each other's arms , Gazing on each other's charms ; Each exchang'd a balmy kiss , Giving thus a birth to bliss .