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36 may roam thro' this world, like a child at a feast,
 * Who but sips of a sweet, and then flies to the rest;

And, when pleasure begins to grow dull in the east,
 * We may order our wings and be off to the west;

But if hearts, that feel, and eyes, that smile,
 * Are the dearest gifts that heaven supplies,

We never need leave our own green isle,
 * For sensitive hearts and for sun-bright eyes.

Then remember, wherever your goblet is crown'd,
 * Thro' this world whether eastward or westward you roam,

When a cup to the smile of dear woman goes round,
 * Oh! remember the smile which adorns her at home.

In, the garden of beauty is kept
 * By a dragon of prudery, plac'd within call;

But so oft this unamiable dragon has slept,
 * That the garden's but carelessly watch'd after all.