In early days thy fondness taught
 My soul its endless love to know;
Thy image waked in every thought,
 Nor fear'd my tongue to tell thee so.

In all the trusting faith of youth,
 That knows no dread, that feels no care,
I deem'd thy heart was all of truth,
 And I the cherish'd object there.

Alas! the vision'd bliss is gone?
 Too soon those days were o'er!
This heart still loves?but loves alone?
 Its joys are there no more