SONG, BY T. CAMPBELL
When Love came first to Earth, the SPRING
Spread rose-buds to receive him.
And back he vow'd his flight he'd wing
To Heaven, if she should leave him.
But SPRING departing, saw his faith
Pledg'd to the next new comer—
He revell'd in the warmer breath
And richer bowers of SUMMER.
Then sportive AUTUMN claim'd 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.
New Monthly Magazine.