18                           THE ALBUM.
            
                             When the lively morning ray
                             Is dancing on the river's spray,
                             And sunshine gilds the joyous day,
                                      I'll think of thee, love, then!
            
                              And when the shades of eve steal on,
                             Lengthening as life's sun goes down,  
                                                   
                             Like sweetest constancy alone,
                                            I'll think of thee, love, then!
                             When I see a sweet smile play
                             On coral lips, like Phoebus' ray,
                             Making all look warm and gay,
                                     I'll think of thee, love, then!
            
                            When steals the tear of pity, too,
                            O'er a cheek, whose crimson hue
                            Looks like rose-leaf dipp'd in dew,
                                     I'll think of thee, love, then!
            
                            When mirth's pageant joys unbind
                            The gloomy spells that chain my mind,
                            And make me dream of all that's kind,
                                     I'll think of thee, love, then!
            
                            And when pensive sadness clouds me,
                            When the host of memory crowds me,
                            When the shadowy past enshrouds me,
                                     I'll think of thee, love, then!
            
                            When seems the bliss of former years, -
                            Too sweet, too pure, to feel again, -
                            And long lost hours, scenes, friends, return,
                                     I'll think of thee, love, then!