WINIFREDA
.
AWAY
;
let
nought
to
love
displeasing
,
My
Winifreda
,
move
your
care
;
Let
nought
delay
the
heavenly
blessing
,
Nor
squeamish
pride
,
nor
gloomy
fear
.
What
tho'
no
grants
of
royal
donors
With
pompous
titles
grace
our
blood
?
We'll
shine
in
more
substantial
honors
,
And
to
be
noble
we'll
be
good
.
Our
name
,
while
virtue
thus
we
tender
,
Will
sweetly
sound
where-e'er
'tis
spoke
:
And
all
the
great
ones
,
they
shall
wonder
How
they
respect
such
little
folk
.
What
though
from
fortune's
lavish
bounty
No
mighty
treasures
we
possess
,
We'll
find
within
our
pittance
plenty
,
And
be
content
without
excess
.
Still
shall
each
returning
season
Sufficient
for
our
wishes
give
;
For
we
will
live
a
life
of
reason
,
And
that's
the
only
life
to
live
.
Through
youth
and
age
in
love
excelling
,
We'll
hand
in
hand
together
tread
;
Sweet
smiling
peace
shall
crown
our
dwelling
,
And
babes
,
sweet-smiling
babes
,
our
bed
.
How
should
I
love
the
pretty
creatures
,
While
round
my
knees
they
fondly
clung
;
To
see
them
look
their
mothers
features
,
To
hear
them
lisp
their
mothers
tongue
.
And
when
with
envy
time
transported
,
Shall
think
to
rob
us
of
our
joys
,
You'll
in
your
girls
again
be
courted
,
And
I'll
go
a
wooing
in
my
boys
.