THE METAMORPHOSED GYPSIES - Samuel Johnson Poems

 
 

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THE METAMORPHOSED GYPSIES

The fairy beam upon you,
The stars to glister on you;
    A moon of light
    In the noon of night,
Till the fire-drake hath o'ergone you.
The wheel of fortune guide you
The boy with the bow beside you;
    Run aye in the way
    Till the bird of day,
And the luckier lot betide you.

  To the old, long life and treasure,
To the young, all health and pleasure;
    To the fair, their face
    With eternal grace,
And the foul to be lov'd at leisure.
To the witty, all clear mirrors,
To the foolish, their dark errors;
    To the loving sprite,
    A secure delight;
To the jealous, his own false terrors.