Poem by Laura Sophia Temple

Song I (When the fair Morning)

When the fair Morning,
Nature adorning,
        Chases the shadows of Night from the sky ;
Oh what a pleasure
Fondly to treasure
        All the rich graces that burst from her eye.

Thus should the roses,
Fortune discloses,
        Wisely be gather'd ere Youth fades away ;
Timely remember
Gloomy December,
        Treads on the frolicsome footsteps of May.

1. The Discarded Lover
2. The Search after Love
3. To the Genius of Romance
4. What Is Pleasure?--'tis a Bubble
5. Song III (Days of my youth, ye are gliding away!)

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