children of the future age
reading this indignant page
know that in a former time
love, sweet Love, was thought a crime
in the age of gold
free from winter's cold
youth and maiden bright
to the holy light
naked in the sunny beams delight
once a youthful pair
fill'd with softest care
met in garden bright
where the holy light
had just remov'd the curtains of the night
there in rising day
on the gra** they play
parents were afar
strangers came not near
and the maiden soon forgot her fear
tired with kisses sweet
they agree to meet
when the silent sleep
waves o'er heaven's deep
and the weary tired wanderers weep
to her father white
came the maiden bright
but his loving look
like the holy book
all her tender limbs with terror shook
ona pale and weak
to thy father speak
o the trembling fear
o the dismal care
that shakes the blossoms of my hoary hair