Song. "There Was A Time, When Love's Young Flowers"

There was a time, when love's young flowers With many a joy my bosom prest: Sweet hours of bliss!--but short are hours, Those hours are fled--and I'm distrest. I would not wish, in reason's spite; I would not wish new joy to gain; I only wish for one delight,-- To see those hours of bliss again. There was a day, when love was young, And nought but bliss did there belong; When blackbirds nestling o'er us sung, Ah me! what sweetness wak'd his song. I wish not springs for ever fled; I wish not birds' forgotten strain; I only wish for feelings dead To warm, and wake, and feel again. But ah! what once was joy is past: The time's gone by; the day and hour Are whirring fled on trouble's blast, As winter nips the summer flower. A shadow is but left the mind, Of joys that once were real to view; An echo only fills the wind, With mocking sounds that once were true.