AT MARLIAVE'S

At Marliave's when eventide

Finds rare companions at my side,

The laughter of each merry guest

At quaint conceit, or kindly jest,

Makes golden moments swiftly glide.

No voice unkind our faults to chide,

Our smallest virtue magnified;

And friendly hand to hand is pressed

At Marliave's.

I lay my years and cares aside

Accepting what the gods provide,

I ask not for a lot more blest,

Nor do I crave a sweeter rest

Than that which comes with eventide

At Marliave's.