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As that will strip the verdant shade:
Our taste of pleasure then is o'er,
The feather'd songsters are no more;
And when they drop, and we decay,
Adieu the birks of Invermay.
LOVE HAS EYES.
Love's blind, they say,
O never, nay;
Can words Love's grace impart?
The fancy weak,
The tongue may speak,
But eyes alone the heart:
In one soft look what language lies!
O, yes, believe, me Love has eyes.
Love's wing'd, they cry—
O, never I
On pinions lov'd to soar;
Deceivers rove,
But never love,
Attach'd he moves no more:
Can he have wings who never flies;
And yes, believe me, Love has eyes.
FINIS.
