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We could hear every word, as we quietly lay,
In the snug box of tin, where they stow'd us away,
And how would our friends at a distance have known,
If charm'd by our beauty, they'd made us their own?
All unus'd to the taverns, and roads, as we were,
Our baggage and bones were a terrible care,
But we've scap'd every peril, the journey is o'er,
And hooded and cloak'd, we are safe at your door.
We bring you a gift from your native skies,
The chrystal gem from Affection's eyes,
Which tenderly trickles, when dear ones part,
We have wrapp'd it close in the rose's heart;
We are charged with a mother's benison kiss;
Will you welcome us into your halls for this?
We are chilled with the cold of our wintry way,
Our message is done, we must fade away,
Let us die on your breast, and our prayer shall be,
An Eden's wreath for thy love and thee.