where are the joys i have met?
tune—“saw ye my father.”
where are the joys i have met in the morning,
that danc'd to the lark's early song?
where is the peace that awaited my wand'ring,
at evening the wild-woods among?
no more a winding the course of yon river,
and marking sweet flowerets so fair,
no more i trace the light footsteps of pleasure,
but sorrow and sad-sighing care.
is it that summer's forsaken our valleys,