were fortune lovely y's foe,

such sweetness would relent her;

as blooming spring unbends the brow

of surly, savage winter.

detraction's eye no aim can gain,

her winning pow'rs to lessen;

and fretful envy grins in vain

the poison'd tooth to fasten.

ye pow'rs of honour, love, and truth,

from ev'ry ill defend her!

inspire the highly-favour'd youth

the destinies intend her:

still fan the sweet connubial me

responsive in each bosom;

and bless the dear parental name

with many a filial blossom.