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.