May thy hopes never be blasted;
May thy joys never cease;
May thy love be true and lasting,
And day by day increase.

May prudence forever guard thee,
Contentment be thy friend;
May health strew roses 'round thee,
And thy peace never end.

As the lark that hails the morning
With songs so blythe and gay,
As the doves that woo the evening,
May thy hours pass away.

When the lark shall seek the willow,
And the dove ceases her cries,
Go thou, then to thy downy pillow,
Go! dream of paradise.