The vernal joy is all in vain:
Sweet Lilly, come again,
Sweet Lilly, come again.

The summer breezes lightly lift
The clustered flowers oppressed with rain,
Which fleecy cloud-sieves downward sift,--
It falls on Lilly's form in vain:
Sweet Lilly, come again,
Sweet Lilly, come again.

Oh! can the glory of the year,
The Spring that decks the widening plain,
Thus strive to make the maid appear,
But yield the hopeless task in vain:
Sweet Lilly, come again;
Sweet Lilly, come again.

Silence!--where brighter May suns beam,
On greener hills and vales,
Bright Lilly walks, as in a dream,
Fann'd by celestial gales:--
Now, Lill! come not again!
Now, Lill! come not again.




ADIEU TO EMORY.