contents | previous | next As witnesses of gay unclouded hours; Where, to maternal friendship's bosom prest, My happy childhood past amid your bowers. Ye wood-walks wild! where leaves and fairy flowers By Spring's luxuriant hand are strewn anew; Rocks! whence with shadowy grace rude nature lours O'er glens and haunted streams! a long adieu! And you! oh promis'd happiness! whose voice Deluded Fancy heard in every grove, Bidding this tender, trusting heart rejoice In the bright prospect of unfailing love: Tho' lost to still may thy smile serene Bless the dear lord of this regretted scene. |
