Dear Child of Nature, let them rail!
          --There is a nest in a green dale,
          A harbour and a hold;
          Where thou, a Wife and Friend, shalt see
          Thy own heart-stirring days, and be
          A light to young and old.
          There, healthy as a shepherd boy,
          And treading among flowers of joy
          Which at no season fade,
          Thou, while thy babes around thee cling,                    
          Shalt show us how divine a thing
          A Woman may be made.
          Thy thoughts and feelings shall not die,
          Nor leave thee, when grey hairs are nigh,
          A melancholy slave;
          But an old age serene and bright,
          And lovely as a Lapland night,
          Shall lead thee to thy grave.