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And ever may my Anna's footsteps tread,
The happy paths of calm domestic peace;
May love and friendship o'er her ever shed,
Pleasures which may with every year increase!
The happy paths of calm domestic peace;
May love and friendship o'er her ever shed,
Pleasures which may with every year increase!
FAREWELL TO THE LYRE.
Not yet again in tuneful numbers,
Shall I, sweet lyre, awake thy strings;
For worldly care, alas! encumbers
The lightness of my spirit's wings.
Shall I, sweet lyre, awake thy strings;
For worldly care, alas! encumbers
The lightness of my spirit's wings.
Yes, thou hast sooth'd my hour of sorrow,
And brighten'd ev'n my brightest day,
And brighten'd ev'n my brightest day,
