Then too the comforts he enjoy’d at home,
The days of joy; the joys themselves are come; -
The hours of innocence; - the timid look
Of his loved maid, when first her hand he took,
And told his hope; her trembling joy appears,
Her forced reserve and his retreating fears.
All now is present; - ’tis a moment’s gleam
Of former sunshine - stay, delightful dream!
Let him within his pleasant garden walk,
Give him her arm, of blessings let them talk.