If by the day's illusive scenes misled,
My erring soul from Virtue's path has stray'd:
Snar'd by example, or by passion warm'd,
Some false delight my giddy sense has charm'd,
My calmer thoughts the wretched choice reprove,
And my best hopes are center'd in thy love.
Depriv'd of this, can life one joy afford!
Its utmost boast a vain unmeaning word.