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an&039; joys the very best

there&039;s a&039; the pleasures o&039; the heart,

the lover an&039; the frien&039;;

ye hae your g, your dearest part,

and i y darlg jean!

it wars , it chars ,

to ntion but her na:

it heats , it beets ,

an&039; sets a&039; on f!

o all ye pow&039;rs who rule above!

o thou whose very self art love!

thou know&039;st y words scere!

the life-blood streag thro&039; y heart,

or y ore dear iortal part,

is not ore fondly dear!

when heart-rrodg care and grief

deprive y ul of rest,

her dear idea brgs relief,

and ce to y breast

thou beg, all-seeg,

o hear y fervent pray&039;r;

still take her, and ake her

thy ost peculiar care!

all hail! ye tender feelgs dear!

the sile of love, the friendly tear,

the sypathetic glow!

long sce, this world&039;s thorny ways

had nuber&039;d out y weary days,

had it not been for you!

fate still has blest with a friend,

ev&039;ry care and ill;

and oft a ore endearg band—

a tie ore tender still

it lightens, it brightens

the tenebrific scene,

to et with, and greet with

y davie, or y jean!

o, how that na spires y style!

the words e skelp, rank an&039; file,

aaist before i ken!

the ready asure rs as fe,

as phoeb an&039; the fao ne

were glowr owre y pen

y spaviet pegas will lip,

till ance he&039;s fairly het;

and then he&039;ll hilch, and stilt, an&039; jip,

and r an un fit:

but least then the beast then

should rue this hasty ride,

i&039;ll light now, and dight now

his sweaty, wizen&039;d hide