Oh! long enough my life has been, 
 Since I thy love have known; 
I would not change the pleasing scene, 
 And find its beauties flown. 

Then let me die, while yet no care 
 Has reached my trusting breast; 
While sorrow is a stranger there, 
 And all is joy and rest. 

Let me not feel what varied pain 
 Life's theatre can show? 
That all our present hours are vain, 
 And all our future woe!