Nane can conceive the joy they tasted, Their very sauls each other kist, Gilbert the tender scene beheld, With eyes that tears of joy had fill'd; Those happy days it brought to mind, When he was young, and Janet kind; When he was young, and she was fair, And love took aff the edge of care. Then thus- My childer, human life, Made up of pleasures, cares, and strife, The same appearance keeps not long ; What now seems right seem'd lately wrong; The view of all your wishes crown'd Has ev'ry boisterous passion drown'd; But trust me, time will make them rise, Then learn to rule them, and be wise. In friendship live, though fondness cease, And trust to prudence for your peace; To peace let all your wishes tend, For both through frailty must offend. Believe experience, perfect bliss Exists not in a world like this; Thus think-nor blame the heav'nly pow'rs; The lot of mortals must be yours.' With rev'rend awe th' advice was taken, Though both believ'd the man mistaken: They could not think that time or chance Their bliss could lessen or enhance. A few weeks after they were wed, Who most should serve, and dearest love. |