3. 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.

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