POEMS.
23
Let Honour the pleasures I covet approve,
Or never by me let those pleasures be tried;
Let the kiss I solicit be granted by Love,
Or still to my lip may that kiss be denied:
And when for my sorrows a solace to find,
I bid in my goblet champagne bubble high,
May each globe on its surface recall to my mind
A tear drawn by Kindness from Gratitude's eye!
Or never by me let those pleasures be tried;
Let the kiss I solicit be granted by Love,
Or still to my lip may that kiss be denied:
And when for my sorrows a solace to find,
I bid in my goblet champagne bubble high,
May each globe on its surface recall to my mind
A tear drawn by Kindness from Gratitude's eye!
