song—i dream'd i lay

i dream'd i lay where flowers were springing

gaily in the sunny beam;

list'ning to the wild birds singing,

by a falling crystal stream:

straight the sky grew black and daring;

thro' the woods the whirlwinds rave;

tress with aged arms were warring,

o'er the swelling drumlie wave.

such was my life's deceitful morning,

such the pleasures i enjoyed:

but lang or noon, loud tempests storming

a' my flowery bliss destroy'd.

tho' fickle fortune has deceiv'd me—

she promis'd fair, and perform'd but ill,

of mony a joy and hope bereav'd me—

i bear a heart shall support me still.