Ah! Fading Joy

Ah fading joy, how quickly art thou past!

Yet we thy ruine haste:

As if the Cares of Humane Life were few,

We seek out new,

And follow Fate that does 1 too fast pursue.

See how on ev'ry Bough the Birds express

In their sweet notes their happiness.

They all enjoy and nothing spare;

But on their Mother Nature lay their care:

Why then should Man, the Lord of all below,

Such troubles chuse to know,

As none of all his Subjects undergo?

Hark, hark, the Waters fall, fall, fall

And with a Murmuring sound

Dash, dash, upon the ground,

To gentle slumbers call.