song—i dreamd i lay

  i dreamd i lay where flowers were springing

  gaily in the sunny beam;

  listning 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,

  oer the swelling drumlie wave.

  such was my lifesceitful morning,

  such the pleasures i enjoyed:

  but lang or noon, loud tempests storming

  a my flowery blissstroyd.

  tho fickle fortune hasceivd me—

  she promisd fair, and performd but ill,

  of mony a joy and hope bereavd me—

  i bear a heart shall support me still.