SONG
.
By
the
Same
.
LET
wisdom
boast
her
mighty
pow'r
,
With
passion
still
at
strife
,
Yet
love
is
sure
the
sov'reign
flow'r
,
The
sweet
perfume
of
life
.
The
happy
breeze
that
swells
the
sail
,
When
quite
becalm'd
we
lie
;
The
drop
,
that
will
the
heart
regale
,
And
sparkle
in
thy
eye
.
The
sun
that
wakes
us
to
delight
,
And
drives
the
shades
away
;
The
dream
that
chears
our
dreary
night
,
And
makes
a
brighter
day
.
But
if
,
alas
!
it
wrongly
seize
,
The
case
is
twice
as
bad
;
This
flow'r
,
sun
,
drop
,
or
dream
,
or
breeze
,
Will
drive
a
blockhead
mad
.