Mr. Taynton was himself a bachelor, and the thought gave him not a moment of jealousy, but a moment of void that ached a little at the thought of the common human bliss which he had himself missed.

Sweet converse binds the cords of social love; When the rude noise and gestures that ere while Imperfectly express'd the labouring thought; By social concourse are improv'd to Speech: Speech, reasoning Man's distinguishing perfection; Speech, the inestimable vehicle Of mental light, and intellectual bliss;

14 The Green was our pride through the year, For in Spring, when the wild flow'rets blew, Tho' many rich pastures were near, Where Cowslips and Daffodils grew; And tho' such gallant flow'rs were our choice, It was bliss interrupted by Fear The Fear of their Owner's dread voice, Harshly bawling "You've no business here.

When the infantine Peasantry ran, And roll'd on the daisy-deck'd Green: Ah! sure 'twas fell Envy's despite, Lest Indigence tasted of Bliss, That sternly decreed they've no right To innocent pleasure like this.

So pliantly docile his mind, Surrounding impressions we take, And bliss in each circumstance find.

12 Trust the monition Baldwin gave, Our future bliss it's truth shall prove, Life's cares the Lovers who dare brave, Shall find their rich reward in Love: 13 Baldwin, the hoary-headed Bard, I still consult when cares annoy: He own'd for me a fond regard; And calls me still his darling Boy.

14 His mind is fraught with spoils of Time; He's wise and good, though known to few; He gave me this advice in rhyme, And here I'll read the Song to you: 15 "Though envious Age affects to deem thee Boy, Lose not one day, one hour, of proffer'd bliss; In youth grasp every unoffending joy, And wing'd with rapture snatch the bridal kiss.

And shall our bliss be seal'd ere Night? Say, lovely Mary, softly say? 32 Why starts my Love? ...

"Bliss is the same, in subject, or in king, In who obtain defence, or who defend.

He had in store for him, for immediate use, a whole world of glorious bliss.

Not in vain was the whole personality of his young wife breathing with fascination; not in vain was her promise to the senses of a mysterious luxury of untold bliss: her fulfilment was richer than her promise.

And his heart trembling beats with bliss If I but throw him one small kiss Just as I now throw this, and this To the Rose in her hair.

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How have I long'd to meet ye, how to kiss Those lilly hands, how to receive the bliss That charming tongue gives to the happy ear Of him that drinks your language!

But fortunately I was not supposed to know anything about this matter, and hence, on the principle that "where ignorance is bliss, 'tis folly to be wise," I had nothing to do but to gather up my family and hasten to my new field of labor.

395 Thus while the days flew by, and years passed on, From Nature and her overflowing soul, I had received so much, that all my thoughts Were steeped in feeling; I was only then Contented, when with bliss ineffable 400

The soul when smitten thus By a sublime idea, whencesoe'er Vouchsafed for union or communion, feeds On the pure bliss, and takes her rest with God.

Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive, But to be young was very Heaven!

next to one dear state of bliss, vouchsafed 120 Alas!

to few in this untoward world, The bliss of walking daily in life's prime Through field or forest with the maid we love, While yet our hearts are young, while yet we breathe Nothing but happiness, in some lone nook, 125 Deep vale, or any where, the home of both, From which it would be misery to stir: Oh!

Such minds are truly from the Deity, For they are Powers; and hence the highest bliss That flesh can know is theirsthe consciousness Of Whom they are, habitually infused 115 Through every image and through every thought, And all affections by communion raised From earth to heaven, from human to divine; Hence endless occupation for the Soul, Whether discursive or intuitive;

"What radiancy of glory, what bliss beyond compare.