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.