SONG
.
I.
TO
those
shades
with
delight
I
could
fly
,
How
tasteless
the
town
is
to
me
;
In
every
gay
scene
that
I
try
.
My
thoughts
they
but
wander
to
thee
.
II
.
Why
remind
me
of
those
happy
days
?
Here
is
nothing
but
dress
and
vain
shew
,
Of
those
banks
where
I
sung
my
first
lays
,
And
remark'd
every
flower
as
it
grew
?
III
.
Tho'
we
crowd
the
dull
walks
every
night
,
Where's
the
careless
sweet
ease
I
enjoy'd
;
Not
the
beaux
nor
the
belles
e'er
so
bright
;
On
these
shades
are
my
thoughts
still
employ'd
.
IV
.
Sweet
shades
!
where
with
silence
or
—
thee
,
My
mind
every
thought
could
approve
;
Sweet
shades
!
I
admire
every
tree
,
And
I
fly
to
the
friend
whom
I
love
.