Thine be the volumes, Jessie fair,
And with them take the Poet's prayer:
That Fate may in her fairest page,
With ev'ry kindliest, best presage
Of future bliss enrol thy name;
With native worth, and spotless fame,
And wakeful caution, still aware
Of ill - but chief Man's felon snare!
All blameless joys on earth we find,
And all the treasures of the mind --
These by the guardian and reward!
So prays thy faithful friend, the Bard.

Yours be the volumes, Jessie fair,
And with them take the Poet's prayer:
That Fate may in her fairest page,
With every kindliest, best presage
Of future bliss enroll your name;
With native worth, and spotless fame,
And wakeful caution, still aware
Of ill - but chief Man's felon snare!
All blameless joys on earth we find,
And all the treasures of the mind -
These by the guardian and reward!
So prays your faithful friend, the Bard.