ng—i drea&039;d i y

i drea&039;d i y where flowers were sprgg

gaily the sunny bea;

list&039;ng to the wild birds sgg,

by a fallg crystal strea:

straight the sky grew bck and darg;

thro&039; the woods the whirlds rave;

tress with ad ars were warrg,

o&039;er the swellg drulie wave

such was y life&039;s deceitful orng,

such the pleasures i enjoyed:

but ng or noon, loud tepests storg

a&039; y flowery bliss destroy&039;d

tho&039; fickle fortune has deceiv&039;d —

she prois&039;d fair, and perfor&039;d but ill,

of ony a joy and hope bereav&039;d —

i bear a heart shall support still