TRUE
ENJOYMENT.
VAINLY wouldst thou, to gain
a heart,
Heap up a maiden's lap with
gold;
The joys of love thou must impart,
Wouldst thou e'er see those
joys unfold.
The voices of the throng gold buys,
No single heart 'twill win
for thee;
Wouldst thou a maiden make thy prize,
Thyself alone the bribe must
be.
If by no sacred tie thou'rt
bound,
Oh youth, thou must thyself
restrain!
Well may true liberty be found,
Tho' man may seem to wear a
chain.
Let one alone inflame thee e'er,
And if her heart with love
o'erflows,
Let tenderness unite you there,
If duty's self no fetter knows.
First feel, oh youth! A girl
then find
Worthy thy choice,--let her
choose thee,
In body fair, and fair in mind,
And then thou wilt be blessed,
like me.
I who have made this art mine own,
A girl have chosen such as
this
The blessing of the priest alone
Is wanting to complete our
bliss.
Nought but my rapture is her
guide,
Only for me she cares to please,--
Ne'er wanton save when by my side,
And modest when the world she
sees;
That time our glow may never chill,
She yields no right through
frailty;
Her favour is a favour still,
And I must ever grateful be.
Yet I'm content, and full of
joy,
If she'll but grant her smile
so sweet,
Or if at table she'll employ,
To pillow hers, her lover's
feet,
Give me the apple that she bit,
The glass from which she drank,
bestow,
And when my kiss so orders it,
Her bosom, veil'd till then,
will show.
And when she wills of love
to speak,
In fond and silent hours of
bliss,
Words from her mouth are all I seek,
Nought else I crave,--not e'en
a kiss.
With what a soul her mind is fraught,
Wreath'd round with charms
unceasingly!
She's perfect,--and she fails in nought
Save in her deigning to love
me.
My rev'rence throws me at her
feet,
My longing throws me on her
breast;
This, youth, is rapture true and sweet,
Be wise, thus seeking to be
blest.
When death shall take thee from her side,
To join the angelic choir above,
In heaven's bright mansions to abide,--
No diff'rence at the change thoult prove.
1767-8.