Poetic-Verses

SLINGER CENTRIS

Call my hopes to broader joys
Watch my days while I enjoy
Jolly even when it's tough
Glad, without sadness my joy.

Are your days but thorny ones?
Stooping right beside the pot
While the fire smokes the eyes
Dropping down your tears but come?

Tune the air and plug the harp
Tell the glad and tell the bound
That desired has but come
Peace has come to make none mourn.