OH, DAYS OF YOUTH. (FRENCH AIR.) On days of youth and joy, long clouded, One joy that equals youth's sweet pain. Dim lies the way to death before me, Cold winds of Time blow round my brow; Sunshine of youth! that once fell o'er me, Where is your warmth, your glory now? 'Tis not that then no pain could sting me; 'Tis not that now no joys remain; Oh. 'tis that life no more can bring me One joy so sweet as that worst pain. WHEN FIRST THAT SMILE. (VENETIAN AIR.) WHEN first that smile, like sunshine, bless'd my sight, Oh what a vision then came o'er me! Seem'd in that smile to pass before me. Where now are all those fondly promis'd hours? PEACE TO THE SLUMB'RERS! (CATALONIAN AIR.) PEACE to the slumb'rers! They lie on the battle-plain, With no shroud to cover them; The dew and the summer rain Are all that weep over them. Peace to the slumb'rers! NETS AND CAGES.' COME, listen to my story, while At what I sing some maids will smile, Though Love's the theme, and Wisdom blames Yet Truth sometimes, like eastern dames, At what I sing there's some may smile, Young Cloe, bent on catching Loves, Much Cloe laugh'd at Susan's task; So weak poor Cloe's nets were wove, Meanwhile, young Sue, whose cage was wrought One Love with golden pinions caught, That, though 'tis pleasant weaving Nets, Thus, maidens, thus do I beguile The task your fingers ply.May all who hear like Susan smile, And not, like Cloe, sigh! "The reason 1 Suggested by the following remark of Swift: why so few marriages are happy, is because young ladies spend their time in making nets, not in making cages." |