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Whose sacred power the wand'rer best can tell;
He who long distant from his native land,
Feels at her name his eager love expand;
Whether as parent, husband, father, friend,
To that dear point his thoughts, his wishes bend;
And still he owns where'er his footsteps roam,
Life's choicest blessings centre all at Home!
He who long distant from his native land,
Feels at her name his eager love expand;
Whether as parent, husband, father, friend,
To that dear point his thoughts, his wishes bend;
And still he owns where'er his footsteps roam,
Life's choicest blessings centre all at Home!
Love in itself is very good,
But 'tis by no means solid food;
And ere our honey moon was o'er,
I found we wanted something more;
This was the cause of all our trouble,
My income would not carry double.
But led away my reason's plan,
By Love, that torturer of man;
In our delirium we forgot
What is Life's unremitted lot,
That man and woman too are born,
Beneath each rose to find a thorn.
We thought as other fools have done
That Hymen's laws had made us one,
But had forgot that nature true
To her own purpose, had made us two.
There were two mouths that daily cry'd
At morn and eve to be supply'd,
Tho' by one vow we were betroth'd,
There were two bodies to be cloth'd.
Combe.
But 'tis by no means solid food;
And ere our honey moon was o'er,
I found we wanted something more;
This was the cause of all our trouble,
My income would not carry double.
But led away my reason's plan,
By Love, that torturer of man;
In our delirium we forgot
What is Life's unremitted lot,
That man and woman too are born,
Beneath each rose to find a thorn.
We thought as other fools have done
That Hymen's laws had made us one,
But had forgot that nature true
To her own purpose, had made us two.
There were two mouths that daily cry'd
At morn and eve to be supply'd,
Tho' by one vow we were betroth'd,
There were two bodies to be cloth'd.
Combe.
