where are the joys i have met?

tune—“saw ye my father.”

where are the joys i have met in the morning,

that danc'd to therk's early song?

where is the peace that awaited my wand'ring,

at evening the wild-woods among?

no more a winding the course of yon river,

and marking sweet flowerets so fair,

no more i trace the light footsteps of pleasure,

but sorrow and sad-sighing care.

is it that summer's forsaken our valleys,

and grim, surly winter is near?