Go, idle boy

Go, idle boy! I quit thy pow'r;

Thy couch of many a thorn and flow'r;

I wish thee well, for pleasures past,

And bless the hour I'm free at last.

Yet still, methinks, the alter'd day

Scatters around a mournful ray;

And chilling ev'ry zephyr blows,

And ev'ry stream untuneful flows.

Haste, haste thee back then, idle boy,

And with thine anguish bring thy joy:

O rend my heart with ev'ry pain,

But let me, let me - love again.