My heart has beat for thee full long,
At morning’s break, or noon-tide song;
And hope still whispers, not in vain,
That I may be belov’d again.
Happy I should deem her life,
Whom Fortune destin’d for your wife,
Convinc’d you’d try your best to please.
And make her days roll on with ease;
She, in return, should take delight,
To please you both by day and night;
And always strive to make your home
A place from which you would not roam;
Of jealous thoughts herself divest,
Of all that happens make the best.
If such like maxims meet your mind,
In me a Valentine you’ll find.
Receive, dear youth, this pledge of love,
The gift accept, the deed approve,
And turn, and smile, and sweetly own,
That I am dear to thee alone.
Dear Valentine! enchanting day,
The best of months, the lover’s May,
You take possession of my soul,
And love reigns there without control.
I choose the swain whom I love best,
He’s far superior to the rest;
In every action ’tis his plan,
To be a brave and honest man;
No levity is ever seen,
He has a pleasing gentle mien;
Good humour dwells in every feature,
In short, he is a perfect creature.
Read this portrait, Sir, and find.
That you are thus in it design'd;
And happiness is truly mine,
If me you choose as Valentine.
