KIND LOVE IS A LIGHTSOME THING.
SONG XXXII.
1
What lifts the heart of youthood gay?
What thowes the frost of dotage gray?
What charms the hermitage and town?
'Tis love that warms the world aroun'.
2
The mavis loves the breath of spring,
That mirth and music back does bring;
And builds his nest, and loud doth sing,
“Kind love is a lightsome thing.”
3
With love the grasshopper made bold,
Plumes his crisp'd wings of green and gold;
And on the sunward bank reclin'd,
Chirms amorous in the sunny wind.
4
The damsel who could hearken cold,
To wonders which of love were told;
Now listens sweet, and answers kind,
Loves pleasant trouble fills her mind.
5
Dear then by burn banks and by bow'rs,
To sit and wooe 'mang new come flow'rs;
And hold, with beauteous damsel kind,
Delicious commerce of the mind.
6
But, ah! more dear is winter cold,
When snow-wreaths lie on height and hold;
In darkest shade to tryste our maid,
And lock her in love's warmest fold.
7
Some lovers court with letters brade,
Some with rich tokens wooe their maid;
And some in short love grips will wooe,
And that's the kindliest way to do.
