I talk’d to my flattering heart
And chid its wild wandering ways;
I charg’d it from folly to part,
And to husband the rest of its days.
I bade it no longer admire
The meteors that fancy had drest:
I whisper’d ’twas time to retire,
And seek for a Mansion of Rest.
A charmer was list’ning the while,
Who caught up the tone of my lay;