Song—I Dreamd I Lay

    song—i dream'd i lay
    i dream'd i lay where flowers were springing
    gaily in the sunny beam;
    list'ning to the wild birds singing,
    by a falling crystal stream:
    straight the sky grew black and daring;
    thro' the woods the whirlwinds rave;
    tress with aged arms were warring,
    o'er the swelling drumlie wave.
    such was my life's deceitful morning,
    such the pleasures i enjoyed:
    but lang or noon, loud tempests storming
    a' my flowery bliss destroy'd.
    tho' fickle fortune has deceiv'd me—
    she promis'd fair, and perform'd but ill,
    of mony a joy and hope bereav'd me—
    i bear a heart shall support me still.