March
3.
1769.
To
Miss
M—
B.
NO
more
sorrows
,
no
more
cares
,
Tune
my
lyre
to
chearful
airs
.
Now
so
happy
,
now
so
gay
,
'Tis
for
—
this
my
lay
.
While
the
nymphs
with
pleasure
twine
,
With
each
flower
that
decks
the
spring
,
The
gay
garland
for
the
brow
,
Few
amongst
them
sweet
as
you
;
May
the
nymph
for
him
design'd
,
Ever
faithful
,
ever
kind
;
Sweet
and
chearful
,
may
she
be
;
Temper
and
good
sense
like
thee
.