Sweet Memory! wafted by thy gentle gale, Oft up the stream of Time I turn my sail.

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• A guardian angel o'er his life presiding,
• A guardian angel o'er his life presiding, Doubling his pleasures, and his cares dividing.
• Fireside happiness, to hours of ease
• Fireside happiness, to hours of ease Blest with that charm, the certainty to please.
• Go! you may call it madness, folly;
• Go! you may call it madness, folly; You shall not chase my gloom away! There ‘s such a charm in melancholy I would not if I could be gay.