Love's Likeness Poem by Capel Lofft

'Just like love the balmy rose:'
For ah their sweets have many a thorn;
And tempests chase their early morn;
Serenely calm each rarely glows.
But when enchanting music flows
Then pure and full delight is born,
And anxious care and woe forlorn
Are lull'd into divine repose!-
Just like love blest music breathes:
But with her bliss no pang enwreaths.-
Like love, ere death, or fear, or pain
Invaded those primæval bowers
Where the first parents hail'd the reign
Of harmony mid angel-powers.