Lines on Laying the Foundation-Stone of Hexham Bridge

Unsullied mirth attend this feast,
Let joy shine forth in every guest,
And ev’ry face look gay:
Let not a cloud depress the scene,
But all look chearful and serene,
’Tis our rejoicing day.

Come, Joy, with all thy smiling train,
Here take thy rest, securely reign,
See Phœbus shines more bright;
Here will we this great day adorn,
Till Cynthea with her silver horn,
Illuminates the night.

A bridge o’er Tyne! our joy’s complete,
With rapture we its author greet,
Our breasts exult and sing;
This bliss consummates all our care.
Now Hexham and Elysium are,
But two words for one thing.