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 soul 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.
