My life’s last sun! oh hold; oh why
So hasten o’er the woodlands brown,
And leave me in the dark to die!
Would God! that mountain were away,
So I might see the sunset longer!
Stop, stop!—ah naught can stop the Day;
And yet mine agony grows stronger!
Oh see how fast his golden ray
Sinks—sinks! I’m sure, before, it never
Went half so fast! Stay, stay, oh stay!