THE SEASON OF DELIGHT,
A SONG.
RECITATIVE.
Once, happy as the playful fawn,
Which tastes no sorrow, knows no care,
Fair Mira’s heart was pleasure’s throne,
Till love usurp’d dominion there:
Then oft its cares employ’d her tongue,
And thus the alter’d Mira sung.
AIR.
In youth, gay season of delight!
How sweetly glide the hours along;
Joy, mirth, and innocence unite,
To prompt the care-untainted song.
Yet e’en in youth a danger lies,
For then the tend’rest passions move,
Destructive to our sportive joys,
Which fly before the cares of love.
Thus oft beneath the smoothest seas,
Where scarce an eddy plays around;
Obedient to the flutt’ring breeze,
The unsuspected rock is found.