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Article AN INVITATION. ← Page 2 of 2 Article LYRICS. Page 1 of 1
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An Invitation.
Come to us , friend , and freely sip Betiveen the pleasure-yielding puff;—We'll give you stuff to wet your lip , Ancl think you'll say ' tis good enough—Come , enjoy a social hour , Come , and see Contentment ' s power . Spend a social hour with us
, ( Surel y pleasure will not fail ); Come , old friend , and make no fuss , Share a cup of amber ale—Come , and take the elbow-chair , Come , our guileless mirth to share .
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LYRICS .
INSCRIBED TO MY FRIEND ROBERT DYER , AUTHOR OP " NINE YEARS OF AN ACTORS LIFE . " CONTENT . LET the world go as it will , Up or down , or round and round ,
I ivill keep my footing still On the level ground . Me no precipice will fright , For I cannot further fall ; Me the vallies may invite—I shall shun them all . Let ambitious men aspire
, Some to raze ancl some to raise ; They but struggle , toil , ancl tire , All for empty praise . Let the discontented rove , Where they may no welcome find , 'Till it is too late to love What they leave behind .
Here upon the lowly plain , With the humble to abide , Still contented I remain—Let what will betide . JOHN LEE STEVENS . British Lodge , No . S .
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
An Invitation.
Come to us , friend , and freely sip Betiveen the pleasure-yielding puff;—We'll give you stuff to wet your lip , Ancl think you'll say ' tis good enough—Come , enjoy a social hour , Come , and see Contentment ' s power . Spend a social hour with us
, ( Surel y pleasure will not fail ); Come , old friend , and make no fuss , Share a cup of amber ale—Come , and take the elbow-chair , Come , our guileless mirth to share .
F . R . CLIO .
Lyrics.
LYRICS .
INSCRIBED TO MY FRIEND ROBERT DYER , AUTHOR OP " NINE YEARS OF AN ACTORS LIFE . " CONTENT . LET the world go as it will , Up or down , or round and round ,
I ivill keep my footing still On the level ground . Me no precipice will fright , For I cannot further fall ; Me the vallies may invite—I shall shun them all . Let ambitious men aspire
, Some to raze ancl some to raise ; They but struggle , toil , ancl tire , All for empty praise . Let the discontented rove , Where they may no welcome find , 'Till it is too late to love What they leave behind .
Here upon the lowly plain , With the humble to abide , Still contented I remain—Let what will betide . JOHN LEE STEVENS . British Lodge , No . S .