HERE she her sacred bower adorns, The Rivers clearly flow; The groves and meadows swell with flowers The winds all gently blow. Her Sun-like beauty shines so fair, Her Spring can never fade: Who then can blame the life that strives To harbour in her shade? Her grace I sought, her love I wooed, Her love though I obtain; No time, no toil, no vow, no faith, Her wished grace can gain. "Where she her sacred bower adorns” Yet truth can tell my heart is hers, And from that love when I depart, Her roses with my praise shall spring; Their boughs shall blossom, mellow fruit O why should then her princely ear If she my faith misdeems, or worth, For though time can my truth reveal, And who can glory in the worth, Nor joy in ev'ry place. "Welbere she her sacred boiner aborns " But from her bower of Joy since I And she will not relieve my cares, . HE man of life upright, From all dishonest deeds, The man whose silent days, That man needs neither towers Nor armour for defence, Nor secret vaults to flie From thunder's violence; The man of life upright" He only can behold Thus, scorning all the cares Good thoughts his only friends, And quiet Pilgrimage. |