When on her mak­er’s bo­som,
The new-born earth was laid,
And na­ture’s op­en­ing blos­som
Its fair­est bloom dis­played;

When all with fruit and flow­ers
The laugh­ing soil was dressed,
And Ed­en’s frag­rant bow­ers
Received their hu­man guest:

No sin his face de­fil­ing,
The heir of na­ture stood,
And God, be­nign­ly smil­ing,
Beheld that all was good.

Yet in that hour of bless­ing,
A sin­gle want was known—
A wish the heart dis­tress­ing—
For Ad­am was alone.

God of pure af­fect­ion,
By men and saints adored,
Who gav­est Thy pro­tect­ion
To Cana’s nu­pti­al board,

May such Thy boun­ties ev­er
To wed­ded love be shown,
And no rude hand dis­sev­er,
Whom Thou hast linked in one.