Song by an Old Shepherd

    And jewel hangs at shepherd's nose，

    We can abide¹ life's pelting² storm，

    That makes our limbs quake， if our hearts be warm.

    Whilst Virtue³ is our walking-staff，

    And Truth a lantern to our path，

    We can abide life's pelting storm，

    That makes our limbs quake， if our hearts be warm.

    Blow， boisterous⁴ wind， stern winter frown，

    Innocence⁵ is a winter's gown.

    So clad， we'll abide life's pelting storm，

    That makes our limbs quake， if our hearts be warm.