Love at the Gate

How happy such a lot as this,

That promises domestic bliss,

No sorrow on you home shall wait

For love stands sentry at [the] gate

[Averting] with assiduous care

All [evils] that would enter there:

Then rest in peace, dear Lady rest,

Chase ev’ry terror from your breast,

No guard on Centinel can prove,

So truly vigilant, as love __