A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes | ||
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A SONG.
[Away, let nought to love displeasing]
I
Away, let nought to love displeasingMy Winifreda, move thy fear,
Let nought delay the heav'nly blessing,
Nor squeamish pride, nor gloomy care.
II
What tho' no grants of royal donorsWith pompous titles grace our blood,
We'll shine in more substantial honours,
And to be noble we'll be good.
III
What tho' from Fortune's lavish bountyNo mighty treasures we possess,
We'll find within our pittance plenty,
And be content without excess.
IV
Still shall each kind returning seasonSufficient for our wishes give,
For we will live a life of reason,
And that's the only life to live.
V
Our name, whilst virtue thus we tender,Shall sweetly sound where'er 'tis spoke,
And all the great ones much shall wonder,
How they admire such little folk.
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VI
Thro' youth and age in love excelling,We'll hand in hand together tread,
Sweet smiling Peace shall crown our dwelling,
And babes, sweet smiling babes, our bed.
VII
How should I love the pretty creatures,Whilst round my knees they fondly clung,
To see 'em look their mother's features,
To hear 'em lisp their mother's tongue.
VIII
And when with envy Time transportedShall think to rob us of our joys,
You'll in your girls again be courted,
And I go wooing in my boys.
A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes | ||