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Life is one continued feast— (If we keep no score, at least). If now we together dwell, Will true love remain as well? For if that should e'er decay, Happiness would pass away. Coo, cuck-oo, coo, cuck-oo, Coo, coo, coo, coo, coo, coo, coo, coo, coo!

 THE HAPPY COUPLE.

these vernal rains That we so warmly sought, Dear wife, see how our plains With blessings sweet are fraught! We cast our distant gaze Far in the misty blue; Here gentle love still strays, Here dwells still rapture true.

Thou see'st whither go Yon pair of pigeons white, Where swelling violets blow Round sunny foliage bright. 'Twas there we gathered first A nosegay as we roved; There into flame first burst The passion that we proved.

Yet when, with plighted troth. The priest beheld us fare. 