ARIA SPONTANEA

Flowers are lovely, Love is flower-like, Friendship is a shelt'ring tree-- O the Joys, that came down shower-like, Of Beauty, Truth, and Liberty, When I was young, ere I was old! [O Youth that wert so glad, so bold, What quaint disguise hast thou put on? Would'st make-believe that thou art gone? O Youth! thy Vesper Bell] has not yet toll'd.

Thou always were a Masker bold-- What quaint Disguise hast now put on? To make believe that thou art gone!

O Youth, so true, so fair, so free, Thy Vesper-bell hath not yet toll'd, Thou always, &c.

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Ah! was it not enough, that Thou In Thy eternal Glory should outgo me? Would'st thou not Grief's sad Victory allow

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Hope's a Breeze that robs the Blossoms Fancy feeds, and murmurs the Bee----

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