Song I. Desponding Love

By walks, where the moon beam besilvers the stream, Which reflected the gloom of the grove, I'll sing to the waters, and this be my Theme, Desponding Love.

My plaints and soft murmurs while flowing along, Shall resound thro' the leaves as they move, And thus shall the Nightingale warble my song, Desponding Love.

Each sigh thus re-echo'd more soft will appear, More adapted sweet pity to move, The cause of my sorrows will waft to each ear Desponding Love