The hearth was clean, the fire clear, The kettle on for tea; Ranger was in his elbow chair As blessed no man could be! Clarinda, who his heart possest, And was his new-made bride, With head elate upon his breast, Sat toying by his side. Stretched at his feet, in happy state, A favourite dog was laid; By whom a little sportive cat In wanton humour played. Clarinda's hand he gently pressed; She stole an amorous kiss, And blushing modesty confessed The fullness of her bliss. "Be this eternity!" he cried, "And let no more be given! Continue thus my fireside! I ask no more of Heaven!" |