The poetical works of Sir Alexander Boswell ... Now first collected and edited, with memoir, by Robert Howie Smith |
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[Let my lass be young, my wine be old]
Let my lass be young, my wine be old,
My cottage snug, friends never cold,
My life no tedious tale twice told,
And happy shall I be.
My cottage snug, friends never cold,
My life no tedious tale twice told,
And happy shall I be.
Tempt me not with pageant power—
Give me not the miser's hoard;
May contentment cheer my bower,
And plenty deck my board.
Give me not the miser's hoard;
May contentment cheer my bower,
And plenty deck my board.
The selfish wretch in pride may roll,
And viands cull from pole to pole;
My purse shall serve each kindred soul,
And set the hapless free.
And viands cull from pole to pole;
My purse shall serve each kindred soul,
And set the hapless free.
These, when partial Fate has given—
These, with health to taste the store,
Earth itself becomes a heaven,
And nought to wish for more.
These, with health to taste the store,
Earth itself becomes a heaven,
And nought to wish for more.
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