Oh yes—we’ll seek the dreary cell,
Where helpless penury retires;
Affliction’s morbid glooms dispel,
And kindle Hope’s extinguish’d fires.
Grateful for every blessing sent,
We’ll strive that blessing to impart;
And with the balsam of content
Restore to joy the wounded heart.
Thus every pleasure sweetly shar’d
A more delightful form shall wear,