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.