But when the heart beats warm and glad,
’Tis touch’d by winter’s icy finger.
Poor little bark! ’twill not be long
Thou’lt bear them on through life so sweetly;
When wintry winds blow fierce and strong,
This lovely scene will change completely.
Well, let them come! when all grows dark,
They’ll share the gloom, and keep the nearer;
Affection lights a brilliant spark,
And sadden’d love grows ever dearer.