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Then, by the wood-fire's sparkling light,
We'll gaily tell some sportive tale,
Court laughing fancy's wildest flight,
Nor heed the storms that shake the vale.
We'll gaily tell some sportive tale,
Court laughing fancy's wildest flight,
Nor heed the storms that shake the vale.
Oh! grant me thy unclouded ray!
And far from pow'r, and fame, and wealth,
Thrice blest I'll press life's varying day,
With thee, bright maid! and rosy health!
And far from pow'r, and fame, and wealth,
Thrice blest I'll press life's varying day,
With thee, bright maid! and rosy health!
