When Love, Who Ruled.

When Love, who ruled as Admiral o'er     Has rosy mother's isles of light,     Was cruising off the Paphian shore,         A sail at sunset hove in sight.     "A chase, a chase! my Cupids all,"     Said Love, the little Admiral.     Aloft the winged sailors sprung,         And, swarming up the mast like bees,     The snow-white sails expanding flung,         Like broad magnolias to the breeze.     "Yo ho, yo ho, my Cupids all!"     Said Love, the little Admiral.     The chase was o'er--the bark was caught,         The winged crew her freight explored;     And found 'twas just as Love had thought,         For all was contraband aboard.     "A prize, a prize, my Cupids all!"     Said Love, the little Admiral.     Safe stowed in many a package there,         And labelled slyly o'er, as "Glass,"     Were lots of all the illegal ware,         Love's Custom-House forbids to pass.     "O'erhaul, o'erhaul, my Cupids all,"     Said Love, the little Admiral.     False curls they found, of every hue,         With rosy blushes ready made;     And teeth of ivory, good as new,         For veterans in the smiling trade.     "Ho ho, ho ho, my Cupids all,"     Said Love, the little Admiral.     Mock sighs, too,--kept in bags for use,         Like breezes bought of Lapland seers,--     Lay ready here to be let loose,         When wanted, in young spinsters' ears.     "Ha ha, ha ha, my Cupids all,"     Said Love, the little Admiral.     False papers next on board were found,         Sham invoices of flames and darts,     Professedly for Paphos bound,         But meant for Hymen's golden marts.     "For shame, for shame, my Cupids all!"     Said Love, the little Admiral.     Nay, still to every fraud awake,         Those pirates all Love's signals knew,     And hoisted oft his flag, to make         Rich wards and heiresses bring-to.[1]     "A foe, a foe, my Cupids all!"     Said Love, the little Admiral.     "This must not be," the boy exclaims,         "In vain I rule the Paphian seas,     "If Love's and Beauty's sovereign names         "Are lent to cover frauds like these.     "Prepare, prepare, my Cupids all!"     Said Love, the little Admiral.     Each Cupid stood with lighted match--         A broadside struck the smuggling foe,     And swept the whole unhallowed batch         Of Falsehood to the depths below.     "Huzza, huzza! my Cupids all!"     Said Love the little Admiral.