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6 heavenly blessing,nor (queamish pride, nor gloomy fear. E 65 4 6 6 - 6 6 6 5
5 What tho 'no grants of royal donors
Still shall each kind returning season
Sufficient for our wishes give;
For we will live a life of reason,
And that's the only life to live.
6 Our Name, while Virtue thus we tender,
Through Youth and Age in love excelling, Will sweetly found where-e'er 'tis fpoke:
We'll hand in hand together tread; And all the great ones, they shall wonder Sweet-fmiling Peace shall crown our dwelling, How they refpect such little folk.
And babes, sweet-smiling babes, our bed. 4
7 What tho from fortune's lavish bounty,
How should I love the pretty creatures, No mighty treasures we poffefs ,
While round my knees they fondly clung; we'll find within our pittance plenty,
To see them look their Mother's features, And be content without excess.
To hear them lisp their Mother's tongue.
Shall think to rob us of our joys;
And I'll go wooing in my Boys.
The above beautiful' address to conjugal love is a translation from the Welsh; and I believe, was first printed in a