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 The Graces there were culling posies, And found young Love among the roses.
 * Young Love, &c.

O happy day! O joyous hour! Compose a wreath of ev'ry flow'r; Let's bind him to us, ne'er to sever, Young Love shall dwell with us for ever. Eternal spring the wreath composes, Content's Love among the roses.
 * Young Love, &c.

, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling,
 * The darling of our crew;

No more he'll hear the tempest howling,
 * For death has brought him to.

His form was of the manliest beauty,
 * His heart was kind and soft;

Faithful below he and his duty,
 * And now he's gone aloft.

Tom never from his word departed,
 * His virtues were so rare;

His friends were many, and true-hearted,
 * His Poll was kind and fair;

And then he'd sing so blythe and jolly,
 * Ah! many's the time and oft;