Classic Poem

I.

O would some fortune favour thee
To my desire, to my desire;
I 'd wish for thee a heart at ease
From gnawing fire, from gnawing fire.
For discontent howe'er divine
Its passion be, its passion be,
To human kind 'tis bitter care —
I 'd shield it thee, I 'd shield it thee.

II.

O may thy life in gentle ways
Run smoothly on, run smoothly on,
And thy dear hand be helping still
Some desp'rate one, some desp'rate one:
And for thy fortune, may it be
In wealth of love, in wealth of love;
Let it content and comfort thee
All else above, all else above.