May never less of Mirth than now Sit on thy smooth unclouded brow! May never Care those furrows trace Which might her softer lines efface! His richest robe may Hymen wear, His brightest torch and gayest air! And O! where'er he builds thy bower, May joy attend the chosen hour! May Mirth and Youth and Pleasure meet To scatter roses at thy feet! Like this, may every opening year With some new blessing fraught appear; With sprightly hopes and wishes glow, And promise much, and more bestow! -- But what shall we forsaken do, When Mirth and Pleasure fly with you? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE YARN OF THE 'NANCY BELL' by WILLIAM SCHWENCK GILBERT THE REVEILLE by FRANCIS BRET HARTE THE ROARING FROST by ALICE MEYNELL HOPE AND FEAR by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE AN HYMN TO THE EVENING by PHILLIS WHEATLEY ERRING IN COMPANY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS IF THE POETS HAD FEARED THE ADVERTISERS by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS WEIGHTS AND MEASURES, BY OUR OWN TOM DALY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |