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You feel affection's purest glow—
Will you a passing thought bestow
On her, who in the Night of May,
Delighted shar'd your converse gay?
And, vary as it may with me,
This shifting scene of woe and glee;
Whether, as now, of health possest,
With ev'ry social comfort blest;
Or, doom'd the general lot to share,
The prey of sickness or of care—
Still, when the wanton Zephyrs play,
And frolic in the sweets of May,
The dews of ev'ning, as they fall,
Our pleasant rambles will recall.
Will you a passing thought bestow
On her, who in the Night of May,
Delighted shar'd your converse gay?
And, vary as it may with me,
This shifting scene of woe and glee;
Whether, as now, of health possest,
With ev'ry social comfort blest;
Or, doom'd the general lot to share,
The prey of sickness or of care—
Still, when the wanton Zephyrs play,
And frolic in the sweets of May,
The dews of ev'ning, as they fall,
Our pleasant rambles will recall.
May fate for thee bright garlands twine,
And health, and peace, fair maid, be thine!
And health, and peace, fair maid, be thine!
