Song. Selim's Complaint

Night o'er the world her curtain hung, The bird of eve melodious sung Her anthem at the finish'd day: When Selim, on a bank reclin'd, Beneath a spreading willow tree, Thus spoke the feelings of his mind— 'Oh Lucy, shed a tear for me.'

'Yes, had I all that heav'n could give, Were my possessions rich and great, Then for my Lucy would I live, Then at her feet a suppliant wait: But, since hard poverty's my lot, No hope remains to wed with thee; Thy beauties ne'er can grace my cot— 'Oh! Lucy, shed a tear for me.'

Depriv'd of all that life could bless, The torment, life, no more I crave; The hour that offers happiness, Is that which marks my hapless grave: Be each fond wish enjoy'd of thine, May heav'n protect and comfort thee! The turf must press this head of mine— 'Oh! Lucy, shed a tear for me.'