And thou grim Pow'r by life abhorr'd,
While life a pleasure can afford,
Oh!
And thou grim Pow'r by life abhorr'd,
While life a pleasure can afford,
Oh!
Thine be ilka joy and treasure,
Peace, Enjoyment, Love and Pleasure!
Pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flower, its blossom is shed Or like the snowfall in the river, A moment white - then melts for ever.
If we lead a life of pleasure,
'Tis no matter how or where!
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories