Poem by Anne Hunter

Song 6. IN airy dreams fond fancy flies

IN airy dreams fond fancy flies,
My absent love to see,
And with the early dawn I rise,
Dear youth, to think of thee.

How swiftly flew the rosy hours,
When hope and love were new;
Sweet was the time, as op'ning flowers,
But, ah! 'twas transient too.
The moments now move slowly on,
Until thy wish'd return;
I count them, pensive and alone,
As in the shades I mourn.
Return, return, my love, and charm
Each anxious care to rest;
Thy voice shall every doubt disarm,
And sooth my troubled breast.

1. Laura
2. Song 13. SPRING returns, the flowrets blow
3. Song 11. THE anguish of my bursting heart
4. Song 2. FAR from this throbbing bosom haste
5. Addressed to Mrs. G.

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