IN THE WHIM OF THE MOMENT .

The spangled green confess'd the morn,
The rose bud dropt a tear,
And liquid prisms bedeck'd the thorn,
When Sandy sought his dear:

Sure never loon was e'er so cross'd —
Ye shepherds swains impart,
Where did she gang? ah me! I've lost
The lassy of my heart.

II.

Her charms are felt as soon as kenn'd,
Eyne bright as brilliant gem,
But of her beauties there's no end,
Why need I talk of them?

Each shepherd swain finds, to his cost,
What power they can impart,
But most poor Sandy, who has lost
The lassy of his heart.

III.

But mine's the fault, and mine's the grief,
How could I rashly dare!
Oh I have sinn'd beyond relief,
'Gainst all that's sweet and rare:

But see, she comes! cease heart to bound,
Some comfort ah impart;
She smiles! ah shepherds I have found
The lassy of my heart!