In early youth, blithe Spring’s exulting day,
Each hour put forth new raptures to my view;
Each sunny morn on downy pinions flew,
And swift the jocund minutes danc’d away!
Ere Summer’s breath matur’d my ripening mind,
I found the blissful scene begin to fade;
Cold sorrow hover’d round with wings unkind,
And o’er my bosom spread a dreary shade;
An early Winter chills my glowing breast,
Frost-nipp’d too soon my fondest hopes decay;
My cheek no more with rosy graces bless’d,
Smiles with the freshness of returning May;
So freezing gales in sunny splendours drest,
Fade the young blossoms of the infant spray.