Love's Light Summer-Cloud.

Pain and sorrow shall vanish before us--         Youth may wither, but feeling will last;     All the shadow that e'er shall fall o'er us         Love's light summer-cloud only shall cast.             Oh, if to love thee more             Each hour I number o'er--             If this a passion be             Worthy of thee,     Then be happy, for thus I adore thee.         Charms may wither, but feeling shall last:     All the shadow that e'er shall fall o'er thee,         Love's light summer-cloud sweetly shall cast.     Rest, dear bosom, no sorrows shall pain thee,         Sighs of pleasure alone shalt thou steal;     Beam, bright eyelid, no weeping shall stain thee,         Tears of rapture alone shalt thou feel.                 Oh, if there be a charm,                 In love, to banish harm--                 If pleasure's truest spell                     Be to love well,     Then be happy, for thus I adore thee,         Charms may wither, but feeling shall last;     All the shadow that e'er shall fall o'er thee.         Love's light summer-cloud sweetly shall cast.