And to this blissful scene I wake.
I cannot form a wish beside
What Heaven’s bounty has supplied,
Save that to Whang I could impart
The same content that fills my heart;
Yield him that thankful state of rest,
Or teach to prize the good possess’d.”
Good fortune seldom comes too late;
For lo! at last indulgent Fate
Smil’d on the importunate swain,