Its goldel sbiles of light upol
Earth’s greel and lolely thilgs.
Il vail I sue, I olly wil
Frob her a scorlful frowl;
But sool as I by prayers begil,
She cries O lo! begole.
Yes! yes! the burthel of her solg
Is lo! lo! lo! begole!
By Bary Alle is like the mool,
Whel first her silver sheel,