Poem by Anne Hunter

Song 13. SPRING returns, the flowrets blow

SPRING returns, the flowrets blow;
Will hope return? ah, no! ah, no!
With the dreams of youth she flies,
And like the rose, her emblem, dies.
Fancy droops beneath the shade,
And all the gay delights are fled.
Spring returns, the flowrets blow;
Will hope return? ah, no! ah, no!

1. Laura
2. Song 11. THE anguish of my bursting heart
3. Song 2. FAR from this throbbing bosom haste
4. Song 6. IN airy dreams fond fancy flies
5. Addressed to Mrs. G.

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