Come. by R. M. Maccheyne.
"I love them that love me, and those that seek me early shall find me".(Proverbs8:17) Come ,while the blossoms of thy years are brightest, Thou youthful wanderer in a flowery maze; Come, while the restless heart is bounding lightest, And joy's pure sunbeams tremble on thy ways; Come ,while sweet thoughts ,like summer buds unfolding, Waken rich feelings in the careless breast- While yet thy hand the ephemeral wreath is holding, Come and secure interminable rest. Soon will the freshness of thy days be over, And thy free buoyancy of soul be flown; Pleasure will fold her wing , and friend and lover Will to the embrace of the worm be gone; Those who now bless thee will have passed forever; Their looks of kindness will be lost to thee; Thou wilt need balm to heal thy spirit,s fever, And thy sick heart broods over years to be. Come ,while the morning of thy life is glowing, Ere the dim phantoms thou art chasing die-- Ere the gay spell, which earth is round thee throwing, Fades l