Song

When Love came first to Earth, the Spring
Spread rose-beds to receive him
And back he vowed his flight he’d wing
To Heaven, if she should leave him.

But Spring departing, saw his faith
Pledged to the next new comer—
He revelled in the warmer breath
And richer bowers of Summer.

Then sportive Autumn claimed by rights
An Archer for her lover,
And even in Winter’s dark, cold nights
A charm he could discover.

Her routs and balls, and fireside joy,
For this time were his reasons—
In short, Young Love’s a gallant boy,
That likes all times and seasons.