Sing to Love-for, oh, 'twas he Who won the glorious day Strew the wreaths of victory Along the conqueror's way. Yoke the Muses to his car Let them sing each trophy won While his mother's joyous star Shall light the triumph on.
Chorus: Hail to Love, to mighty Love Let spirits sing around While the hill, the dale, and grove With "mighty Love" resound Or, should a sigh of sorrow steal amid the sounds thus echo'd o'er 'Twill but teach the god to feel his victories the more.
See his wings, like amethyst Of sunny Ind their hue Bright as when, by Psyche kiss'd they trembled through and through. Flowers spring beneath his feet, Angel forms beside him run while unnumber'd lips repeat "Love's victory is won!"
Chorus: Hail to Love, to mighty Love Let spirits sing around While the hill, the dale, and grove With "mighty Love" resound Or, should a sigh of sorrow steal amid the sounds thus echo'd o'er 'Twill but teach the god to feel his victories the more.