S O N G IX.
Tune, My Nanny O.
I.
When we were young and nature
strong,
We fondly did each other teaze;
Sweet melting looks our breasts inflam'd:
Our greatest care was, how to please.
II.
Then blood flow'd warm in ev'ry vein;
But Ah! now frozen age is come!
We no more feel these soft alarms;
Love's cold; sweet beauty's lost it's bloom!
III.
Though Winter's frost the earth does bind,
Sweet Spring renews the blooming scene;
And though each beaut'ous flow'r be lost,
Mild show'rs revive the verdure green:
IV.
But when our Spring and Summer's o'er,
We lose the taste of sweet delight;
Our spirits fall to rise no more;
Old age brings on dark, gloomy night!
V.
What joy is found in love's alarms,
When blood is warm, and passion glows!
But at threescore, we find the charms,
That once shone bright, their lustre lose.
VI.
For though each day sun yields to night,
After that he has run his race;
Next Morn he shines with glorious light,
T' illumine all the human race:
VII.
Not so with man, when once he dies,
He no more tastes the chearful light!
His sun is set, no more to rise;
He's prison'd fast in endless night!
VIII.
While youth, and health, and vigour last,
O let us prize the mighty boon,
And bless kind Heav'n for all it's gifts,
Before death drop the curtain down!