To The Rev. Mr. H. On His Wife's Birth-Day
ON HIS WIFE'S BIRTH-DAY .
Tho ' sad Misfortune o'er thy youthful day
Threw, for a-while, her melancholy shade,
Yet let thy grateful heart with rapture say,
" One blessing far has ev'ry ill o'erpaid:
" Still let this day be sacred held and dear,
" That gave the world my best and firmest friend;
" That bade M ARIA'S pleasing form appear,
" On whom my hopes, my life, my all depend. "
Blest is the man, whatever fate betide,
Whatever Fame or Fortune may decree,
Who, safe from all the busy world, can hide
In one dear breast his joy and misery.
This lot the favour'd sons of virtue know,
Whose hearts are constant, and whose minds are pure:
Long on my friend may Heav'n this bliss bestow;
From chance protected, and from change secure.
Tho ' sad Misfortune o'er thy youthful day
Threw, for a-while, her melancholy shade,
Yet let thy grateful heart with rapture say,
" One blessing far has ev'ry ill o'erpaid:
" Still let this day be sacred held and dear,
" That gave the world my best and firmest friend;
" That bade M ARIA'S pleasing form appear,
" On whom my hopes, my life, my all depend. "
Blest is the man, whatever fate betide,
Whatever Fame or Fortune may decree,
Who, safe from all the busy world, can hide
In one dear breast his joy and misery.
This lot the favour'd sons of virtue know,
Whose hearts are constant, and whose minds are pure:
Long on my friend may Heav'n this bliss bestow;
From chance protected, and from change secure.
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