Sea-Born Goddess, Let Me Be By Thy Son Thus Graced, And Thee, That WheNe'er I Woo, I Find Virgins Coy, But Not Unkind. Let Me, When I Kiss A Maid, Taste Her Lips, So Overlaid With Love'S Sirop, That I May In Your Temple, When I Pray, Kiss The Altar, And Confess There'S In Love No Bitterness.