2.

Yet still, this fond bosom regrets whilst adoring,

That love like the leaf, must fall into the sear,

That age will come on, when remembrance deploring,

Contemplates the scenes of her youth, with a tear.

3.

That the time must arrive, when no longer retaining

Their auburn, these locks must wave thin to the breeze.

When a few silver hairs of those tresses remaining,

Prove nature a prey to decay, and disease.

4.

'Tis this, my belov'd, which spreads gloom o'er my features

Tho' I ne'er shall presume to arraign the decree;

Which God has proclaim'd as the fate of his creatures,

In the death which one day will deprive me of thee.

5.

No jargon of priests o'er our union was mutter'd,

To rivet the fetters of husband and wife;

By our lips, by our hearts, were our vows alone utter'd,

To perform them, in full, would ask more than a life.

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