Farewel, ye lawns! -- by fond remembrance blest, 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! -- O promised 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 me -- still may thy smile serene Bless the dear lord of this regretted scene. |