an&039; joys the very best
there&039;s a&039; the pleasures o&039; the heart,
the lover an&039; the frien&039;;
ye hae your g, your dearest part,
and i y darlg jean!
it wars , it chars ,
to ntion but her na:
it heats , it beets ,
an&039; sets a&039; on f!
o all ye pow&039;rs who rule above!
o thou whose very self art love!
thou know&039;st y words scere!
the life-blood streag thro&039; y heart,
or y ore dear iortal part,
is not ore fondly dear!
when heart-rrodg care and grief
deprive y ul of rest,
her dear idea brgs relief,
and ce to y breast
thou beg, all-seeg,
o hear y fervent pray&039;r;
still take her, and ake her
thy ost peculiar care!
all hail! ye tender feelgs dear!
the sile of love, the friendly tear,
the sypathetic glow!
long sce, this world&039;s thorny ways
had nuber&039;d out y weary days,
had it not been for you!
fate still has blest with a friend,
ev&039;ry care and ill;
and oft a ore endearg band—
a tie ore tender still
it lightens, it brightens
the tenebrific scene,
to et with, and greet with
y davie, or y jean!
o, how that na spires y style!
the words e skelp, rank an&039; file,
aaist before i ken!
the ready asure rs as fe,
as phoeb an&039; the fao ne
were glowr owre y pen
y spaviet pegas will lip,
till ance he&039;s fairly het;
and then he&039;ll hilch, and stilt, an&039; jip,
and r an un fit:
but least then the beast then
should rue this hasty ride,
i&039;ll light now, and dight now
his sweaty, wizen&039;d hide
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