Ат yon summer sea, II. “ I go," said Love, “ to sail awhile “ Across this sunny main ;” And then so sweet his parting smile, That Hope, who never dream'd of guile, Believed he'd come again. III. Along the waters lay, IV. And tow'rd the maiden moves! 'Tis Wealth that comes, and gay and bright, His golden bark reflects the light, But ah! it is not Love's. V. Another sail-'twas Friendship show'd Her night-lamp o'er the sea ; And where, alas! was he? VI. Night threw her darkling chain, sails were seen no more, Hope's morning dreams of bliss were o'er Love never came again! THERE COMES A TIME. German Air. I. There comes a time, a dreary time, To him whose heart hath flown O'er all the fields of youth's sweet prime, And made each flower its own. 'Tis when his soul must first renounce Those dreams so bright, so fond ; Oh! then's the time to die at once, For life has nought beyond. There comes a time, etc. II. That instant all is night ; When Love withdraws his light- Through twilight's dim delay, The cold remains of lustre gone, Of fire long pass'd away. Oh! there comes a time, etc. |