Thomas Pringle (Томас Прингл)

Love’s Constancy

Oh! not when hopes are brightest.
     Is all love's sweet enchantment known;
Oh! not when hearts are lightest.
     Is all fond woman's fervour shown:
But when life's clouds o'ertake us,
     And the cold world is clothed in gloom
When summer friends forsake us,
     The rose of love is best in bloom.

Love is no wandering vapour,
     That lures astray with treacherous spark;
Love is no transient taper,
     That lives an hour and leaves us dark:
But, like the lamp that lightens
     The Greenland hut beneath the snow,
The bosom's home it brightens,
     When all beside is chill below. 

1. Evening Rambles
2. On a View of Spoleto
3. The Coranna
4. To Sir Walter Scott
5. The Bushman

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