JOYS OF YOUTH, HOW FLEETING! WHISP'RINGS, HEARD BY WAKEFUL MAIDS, AIR-Portuguese. WHISP'RINGS, heard by wakeful maids, At meeting, Tears starting, At parting Oh! sweet youth, how soon it fades, Sweet joys of youth, how fleeting! HEAR ME BUT ONCE, AIR-French. HEAR me but once, while o'er thy grave, Of joys now lost and charms now fled. Who could have thought the smile he wore, When first we met, would fade away? Or that a chill would e'er come o'er Those eyes, so bright through many a day. THE END. |