- The roses of Love glad the garden of life,
- Though nurturd mid weeds dropping pestilent dew,
- Till Time crops the leaves with unmerciful knife,
- Or prunes them for ever, in Loves last adieu!
- In vain, with endearments, we soothe the sad heart,
- In vain do we vow for an age to be true;
- The chance of an hour may command us to part,
- Or Death disunite us, in Loves last adieu!
- Still Hope, breathing peace, through the grief-swollen breast,
- Will whisper, Our meeting we yet may renew:
- With this dream of deceit, half our sorrows represt,
- Nor taste we the poison, of Loves last adieu!
- Oh! mark you yon pair, in the sunshine of youth,
- Love twind round their childhood his flowrs as they grew;
- They flourish awhile, in the season of truth,
- Till chilld by the winter of Loves last adieu!
- Sweet lady! why thus doth a tear steal its way,
- Down a cheek which outrivals thy bosom in hue?
- Yet why do I ask?to distraction a prey,
- Thy reason has perishd, with Loves last adieu!
- Oh! who is yon Misanthrope, shunning mankind?
- From cities to caves of the forest he flew:
- There, raving, he howls his complaint to the wind;
- The mountains reverberate Loves last adieu!
- Now Hate rules a heart which in Loves easy chains,
- Once Passions tumultuous blandishments knew;
- Despair now inflames the dark tide of his veins,
- He ponders, in frenzy, on Loves last adieu!
- How he envies the wretch, with a soul wrapt in steel!
- His pleasures are scarce, yet his troubles are few,
- Who laughs at the pang that he never can feel,
- And dreads not the anguish of Loves last adieu!
- Youth flies, life decays, even hope is oercast;
- No more, with Loves former devotion, we sue:
- He spreads his young wing, he retires with the blast;
- The shroud of affection is Loves last adieu!
- In this life of probation, for rapture divine,
- Astrea declares that some penance is due;
- From him, who has worshippd at Loves gentle shrine,
- The atonement is ample, in Loves last adieu!
- Who kneels to the God, on his altar of light
- Must myrtle and cypress alternately strew:
- His myrtle, an emblem of purest delight,
- His cypress, the garland of Loves last adieu!