Song.

When Time who steals our years away

Shall steal our pleasures too,

The memory of the past will stay

And half our joys renew,

Then, Julia, when thy beauty's flower

Shall feel the wintry air,

Remembrance will recall the hour

When thou alone wert fair.

Then talk no more of future gloom;

Our joys shall always last;

For Hope shall brighten days to come,

And Memory gild the past.

Come, Chloe, fill the genial bowl,

I drink to Love and thee:

Thou never canst decay in soul,

Thou'lt still be young for me.

And as thy; lips the tear-drop chase,

Which on my cheek they find,

So hope shall steal away the trace

That sorrow leaves behind.

Then fill the bowl--away with gloom!

Our joys shall always last;

For Hope shall brighten days to come,

And Memory gild the past.

But mark, at thought of future years

When love shall lose its soul,

My Chloe drops her timid tears,

They mingle with my bowl.

How like this bowl of wine, my fair,

Our loving life shall fleet;

Though tears may sometimes mingle there,

The draught will still be sweet.

Then fill the cup--away with gloom!

Our joys shall always last;

For Hope will brighten days to come,

And Memory gild the past.