Classic Poem

“In bliss I see thee blithely blent,
and I a man with mourning marr'd;
thereof thou takest little heed,
though baleful harms befall me oft
But now, before thy presence here,
I would beseech, without demur,
that thou wouldst tell, with gentle grace,
early and late what life thou lead'st,
For I am glad that thine estate
is all so changed to worth and weal;
the high-way this of all my joy;
it is the ground of all my bliss.”