Bliss it was in that dawn to be alive But to be young was very heaven.
And I am happy when I sing.
Blessings be with them, and eternal praise, Who gave us nobler loves, and nobler cares!- The Poets, who on earth have made us heirs Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays.
A genial hearth, a hospitable board, and a refined rusticity.
At length the man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day.
By all means sometimes be alone; salute thyself; see what thy soul doth wear; dare to look in thy chest; and tumble up and down what thou findest there.