Farewell to Summer.
By A. little, of Clarke‘ sad O Summer, sad and dear.
To see thy beauty fade away.
To pa Old of the year,
With thy as bright enlivening ay:
Put in g wind yonder dell
Bid me to say to thee farewell !
How often silent happy hours.
I've rambled o'er thy greenclad hill
Inbal'd sweet fragrance from the flowers,
And ned to the l g ;
But falling leaves now sound thy knell,
And I to thee must sigh farewell.
The sprightly bird, at dawn of morn,
Proclaims O Summer, loud thy praise
The case that by thy breath was born,
The glory of thy robe displays;
But sadly drooping flowers foretell
To thy fond days a long farewell
Encircled by the rising beam,
Pain would my heart forever beat
O, sweetly would I dwell and dream
Within thy calm and soft retreat;
But pale thy brow — it breaks the spell--
Alas ! to thee, farewell, farewell !