Domestic Felicity

Though grandeur flies my humble roof, Tho' wealth is not my share, Tho' lowly is my little cot, Yet happiness is there.

A tender wife with mild control, By sympathy refin'd, When rage the tumults of the breast. Becalms my troubled mind.

Three pledges of our mutual love, Kind Providence has given, And competence to nurse their hopes, Is all we ask of Heaven.

Still from the little we enjoy, A little we dispense; And watch the buddings of their mind Just blossoming to sense.

With arm entwin'd in arm we sit, And join their hands to pray; And teach the accents of their tongue, To hail the rising day.

At eve again they kneel and bless The hours, which now have past: And hope their cherish'd virtues may Prove happiness at last.

Accept, Great Father of us all, Accept their little prayers, And grant the nurslings of our youth, May crown our silver hairs.

Let those, whose weak and infant limbs With tenderness we guide, Be props unto our age, when down The steep of life we glide.