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.