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. 8 Shall think to rob us of our joys; And I'll go wooing in my Boys. Reged. ho The above beautiful' address to conjugal love is a translation from the Welsh; and I believe, was first printed in a |