The earliest snow-drop there shall spring,
And lark delight to fold his wing;
And roses pale, and lilies fair,
With perfume load the summer air!
Adieu, my babe! if life were long,
This would be even a heavier song;
But years, like phantoms, quickly pass,
They look to us from memory's glass.
Soon on death's couch shall I recline;
Soon shall my head be laid with thine;
And sunder'd spirits meet above,
To live for evermore in love.
JUST like love is yonder rose :-
Heavenly fragrance round it throws,
Yet tears its dewy leaves disclose,
And in the midst of briers it blows;
Cull'd to bloom upon the breast,
Since rough thorns the stem invest,
They must be gather'd with the rest,
And with it to the heart be prest;