Consummation

WHEN Jove lay blest in his Alcmena's charms,
Three nights, in One, he prest her in his arms ;
The sun lay set, and conscious nature strove
To shade her God, and to prolong his love.

From that auspicious night Alcides came,
What less could rise from Jove, and such a Dame ?

May this auspicious night with that compare,
Nor less the joys, nor less the rising heir.
He strong as Jove, She like Alcmena fair,