And every joy that warms our hearts
With thee approaches and departs. —Bland.
The same.
Oh! holiest Health, all other gods excelling,
May I be ever blest
With thy kind favour, and in life's poor dwelling
Be thou, I pray, my constant guest.
If aught of charm or grace to mortal lingers
Round wealth or kingly sway,
Or children's happy faces in their play,