Oh! ever thus from childhood's hour I've seen my fondest hopes decay; I never loved a tree or flower, But 'twas the first to fade away. I never nurst a dear gazelle To glad me with its soft black eye But when it came to know me well And love me it was sure to die!

Some flow'rets of Eden ye still inherit, But the trail of the serpent is over them all.

Like Dead Sea fruits, that tempt the eye, But turn to ashes on the lips.

There's a bower of roses by Bendemeer's stream, And the nightingale sings round it all the day long; In the time of my childhood 'twas like a sweet dream, To s…

There's a hope for every woe, And a balm for every pain, But the first joys of our heart Come never back again!

Slow, slow, fresh fount, keep time with my salt tears: Yet, slower, yet; O faintly, gentle springs: List to the heavy part the music bears, Woe weeps out her d…

Scarcely a tear to shed; Hardly a word to say; The end of a Summer's day; Sweet Love is dead.