[Revival.]

(Sept. 29–30.)

Say, can there be a second Spring Thus fair and frail, so gay and brief; Will Time the autumnal Blossom bring To glow beside the withering Leaf? No, no! the Voice of Nature cries: “The Flower that’s dead for ever dies.”

Say, can a second Youth be felt Again its freshness to impart; To bid Life’s freezing Current melt; To thrill with Joy the languid Heart? No, no! Youth’s Warmth and rosy Hue Shall Time no more in Life renew.

Yet Love shall have another Spring And, more than Nature’s, fair and gay; A second Hope of Blessing bring That seemed with Youth to fly away: It is the Mind that makes the Truth, And feels again the Spring of Youth!

Love can awaken all the Fires That dormant in the Bosom lie; Love every sleeping Sense inspires To feel new Charms when Nature’s die; He all around his Magic throws And all that he [can give] bestows.