Oh! long enough my life has been,
Since I thy love have known;
I would not change the pleasing scene,
And find its beauties flown.
Then let me die, while yet no care
Has reached my trusting breast;
While sorrow is a stranger there,
And all is joy and rest.
Let me not feel what varied pain
Life's theatre can show
That all our present hours are vain,
And all our future woe!
