Oh! long enough my life has been,
Since I thy love have known;
I would not change the pleasing scene,
And find its beauties flown.
Then let me die, while yet no care
Has reached my trusting breast;
While sorrow is a stranger there,
And all is joy and rest.
Let me not feel what varied pain
Life's theatre can show-
That all our present hours are vain,
And all our future woe!