YOUNG LOVE’S A GALLANT BOY
When Love came first to earth, the Spring
Spread rose-beds to receive him,
And back he vowed his flight he’d wing
To Heaven, if she should leave him.
But Spring departing, saw his faith
Pledged to the next new-comer—
He revelled in the warmer breath
And richer bowers of Summer.
Then sportive Autumn claimed by rights
An Archer for her lover,
And even in Winter’s dark cold nights
A charm he could discover.
Her routs and balls, and fireside joy,
For this time were his reasons—
In short, Young Love’s a gallant boy,
That likes all times and seasons.
Thomas Campbell.
