Love's light summer cloud

I.

Pain and sorrow shall vanish before us --

Youth may wither, but feeling will last;

All the shadow that e'er shall fall o'er us,

Love's light summer-cloud sweetly shall cast.

Oh! if to love thee more

Each hour I number o'er --

If this a passion be

Worthy of thee,

Then be happy, for thus I adore thee.

Charms may wither, but feeling shall last:

All the shadow that e'er shall fall o'er thee,

Love's light summer-cloud sweetly shall cast.

II.

Rest, dear bosom! no sorrows shall pain thee,

Sighs of pleasure alone shalt thou steal;

Beam, bright eyelid! no weeping shall stain thee,

Tears of rapture alone shalt thou feel.

Oh! if there be a charm

In love, to banish harm --

If pleasure's truest spell

Be to love well,

Then be happy, for thus I adore thee.

Charms may wither, but feeling shall last:

All the shadow that e'er shall fall o'er thee,

Love's light summer-cloud sweetly shall cast.