And, as they raise with care each scanty heap, Think of the purple clusters they shall reap; So those accretions to the mind will bring, Whence fond regard and just esteem will spring; Then, though we backward look with some regret

On those first joys, we shall be happy yet.

Each on the other must in all depend,

The kind adviser, the unfailing friend;

Through the rough world we must each other aid, Leading and led, obeying and obey'd;

Favour'd and favouring, eager to believe

What should be truth— unwilling to perceive What might offend— determined to remove What has offended; wisely to improve

What pleases yet, and guard returning love.

Nor doubt, my Emma, but in many an hour Fancy, who sleeps, shall wake with all her power; And we shall pass— though not perhaps remain—

To fairy-land, and feel its charm again.

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