304 Hark Away, 



world, a miserable disappointment ; for the time has 

 arrived which should find her — 



" Flushed by the spirit of the genial year, 



Whilst from her virgin cheeks a fresher bloom 



Shoots, less and less the live carnation round ; 



Her lips blush deeper sweets, she breathes of youth ; 



The shining moisture swells into her eyes 



In brighter flow ; her wishing bosom heaves 



With palpitations wild, and all her jdelding soul is love," 



but not in such weather as this. 



