The Linnet (1819, Falkirk)/Taste Life's glad moments
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Taste Life's Glad Moments.
Taste life's glad momentsWhilst the wafting taper glows,Pluck, ere it withers,The quickly fading rose.
May blindly follows grief and care,He seeks for thorns. and finds his share;While violets to the passing air,Unheeded shed their blossoms.Taste life's, &c.
When tim'ronus nature veils her form,And rolling thunder spreads alarm,Then ah! ho soft, when lull'd the storm,The fun smiles forth at even.Taste life's, &c.
Who spleen and envy anxious flies,And meek content in humble guise,Improves the shrub, a tree shall rise,Which golden fruits shall yield him.Taste life's &c.
Who softens faith in upright breast,And freely gives to the distress'd,There sweet contentment builds her nest,And flutters round her bosom.Taste life's. &c.
And when life's path grow dark and strait,And pressing ills on ills await,Then Friendship, sorrow to abate,The helping nand will offer.Taste life's. &c.
She dries his tears, she strews his wayEven to the grave. with flow'rets gay,Turns night to morn, and morn to day,And plessure still increases.Taste life's, &c.
Of life she is the fairest band,Join brothers truly hand in hand;Thus onward to a better land,Man journies light and cheerly,Taste life's, &c.