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Epithalamium Robins! stop your whistling throats Listen to my sweeter notes; Cease to hop from spray to spray While I trill the wedding lay. Thrushes on the maples' top For a moment pray-ye stop -- Twitt'ring swallows cease to twitter Hearken to my ditty sweeter -- Lovesick turtles gently cooing Leave your honey-suckle wooing -- Little wrens I humbly beg Take your music down a peg -- Whipperwills sweet bird of gloom, Stop your loud nocturnal tune; And ye hooting lovely owls Listen to my lovelier howls. 'Twas summer when softly the breezes were blowing And Hudson majestic so sweetly was flowing The groves rang with music & accents of pleasure And nature in rapture beat time to the measure When Helen and Jonas so true and so loving Along the green lawn were seen arm in arm moving Sweet daffodils, violets and roses spontaneous Wherever they wandered sprang up instantaneous. The ascent the lovers at length were seen climbing Whose summit is grac'd by the temple of Hymen: The genius presiding no sooner perceived them But spreading his pinions he flew to receive them: With kindest of greetings pronounced them wellcome While hollidays clangor rang loud to the welkin.