English poem
THE CHARMS of MELODY, SONG 107
by Anonymous
In the social amusements of life let me live, Prove ev'ry delight love and friendship can give; Where easy good-nature gives converse a zest, Where sense in the light robe of humour is drest; Where harmony, beauty, and reason combine, Our souls to improve, and our tempers resine.
At the festival board, where my Phoebe can share The jest —which her pureness unsully'd may hear, Unblathing enjoy, unrepining approve, While Damon toasts freely to friendship and love; While harmony, beauty, and reason combine Our souls to improve, and our tempers resine.
Time was meant for a blessing, not dealt for a curse; The troubles of life are by pining made worse; The sullen recluse may disrelish my plan, But I'll live, and I'll love, and I'll laugh while I can. While harmony, beauty, and reason combine, Our souls to improve, and our tempers refine.