SONG. LOVE and harmony combine, And around our souls entwine, While thy branches mix with mine, And our roots together join. Joys upon our branches sit, Thou the golden fruit dost bear, Thy sweet boughs perfume the air, There she sits and feeds her young, There his charming nest doth lay, SONG. I LOVE the jocund dance, The softly-breathing song, Where innocent eyes do glance, And where lisps the maiden's tongue. I love the laughing vale, I love the echoing hill, Where mirth does never fail, And the jolly swain laughs his fill. I love the pleasant cot, I love the innocent bower, Where white and brown is our lot, Or fruit in the mid-day hour. I love the oaken seat Beneath the oaken tree, Where all the old villagers meet, And laugh our sports to see. I love our neighbours all— But thou art all to me. SONG. MEMORY, hither come, And tune your merry notes: And, while upon the wind Your music floats, I'll pore upon the stream I'll drink of the clear stream, And, when night comes, I'll go To places fit for woe, Walking along the darkened valley With silent Melancholy. |