Song.

SONG.

DEAR shade of bliss, enchanting hope, Thy fairy dreams are almost o'er; Bewilder'd, weary, faint, I stop, My heart, alas! believes no more.

Yet from the beaten track I stray, And truant fancy wanders far, To catch one faint and trembling ray From thy obscure and distant star.

Come, dear delusion, smile once more, If in thy smiles I may be bless'd! Spread thy green mantle on the shore. And give thy anchor to my breast.