SIT down, sad soul, and count 
 The moments flying: 
Come,?tell the sweet amount 
 That ?s lost by sighing! 
How many smiles??a score? 
Then laugh, and count no more; 
 For day is dying. 
 
Lie down, sad soul, and sleep, 
 And no more measure 
The flight of Time, nor weep
 The loss of leisure; 
But here, by this lone stream, 
Lie down with us, and dream 
 Of starry treasure. 
 
We dream: do thou the same:
 We love?for ever; 
We laugh; yet few we shame, 
 The gentle, never. 
Stay, then, till Sorrow dies; 
Then?hope and happy skies 
 Are thine for ever!