I.
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 sweetly 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.

                      II.
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.