Song.—'Tis the spot where we parted

'Tis the spot where we parted—
  Oh! never again
Can its breeze or its blossoms
  Awake but to pain.
Ah! as fair is the scene
  As it flourish'd before;
But the ray that gave life
  Beams in lustre no more.
Thou art gone—like the rainbow
  Departed each hue,
That gleam'd for a moment,
  Then fled from the view;—
I may gaze on the cloud,
  The bright shadow pass'd o'er;
But the light of thy form
 Shall enchant me no more.