May the sun of glory shine round thy head!
May the gates of plenty, honour, and happiness be always open to thee and thine!
May no sorrows distress thy days!
May no grief disturb thy nights!
May the pillow of peace kiss thy cheek!
The pleasures of imagination attend thy dreams!
And when length of time makes thee tired of earthly joys, and the curtain of death gently closes round the last sleep of human existence,
May the angels of thy God attend thy bed, and take care that thy expiring lamp of life shall not receive one wide blast to hasten its extinction.
O! hearken to the voice of distress,
And grant the petition of thy servant: