When Maidens Should Love

Spring-tüne passes flccüy, ualdMUi opring-time raw Heet. Maidons, iu out viïlage home PMttling ever thus so boldly Be wary lest the time ehould cónie tt lien age and trust shall cheat yon colillv Fearto let youth's giddy bours He to over-fond balieyliR For with cast umi faded flowers Tirue hls garlands stil) is wpaving. Spring-time passes fleetly, maidene, Sprmg-time pasees flcctly. Lightly flit the years away, While, on eager piuiims presaing, Harpies watcJi, and as tlicir prey Snatch f rom ns cach choicest UessiuR The bloom, toat but a day endures, Of truth like this sive ever watahlg. As evcning's chiliing blight obfeurcB The charKB that opened with the moruing Spring-time passes fleetly, maidens Spriug-tinie passes fleetly Takc. heed lest, when your raucios ween Of dawning's chimen theyhear the greeting, Far other cali life's peal should mean, Ana warn of night, and time's retreating. Then, beref t of beauty's glow. Lostyour gentleness and graces, lour winning charms no more ehall show J-üeuiselves as flrst in all our places. Spring-üme passes fleetly, maidens, bpriDg-time passes flectly. An aged dame I've known whOBe face Once was suveüy soft aud blooming Though now 'twere hard siich charms to trace Through coat of false enamel loomine For her paintcd cheeks and brow, p' O er whieh love's smile no longer twinkles, Show hke biehop's surplice now Puckered into folds and wriukles. Spring-time passes fleetly, maidens, pring-tune pasees fleetly. And yet another flanie I know Who had but one sole tooth remaininoAart saw it sink, some days ago Within a posset she was draming Then, wailiug, Ihus she cried- Oh" tooth I That long my soul has loved to cherlsh A pearl I knew thee in thy youth A worthle6s wall I see thee perish. Spring-time. passes fleetly, maidens, oprmg-time passes fleetly, This lesson, henee, fond wUtts, Unfold lnat, ere cold, nisgarfl age bereave you Of all yourlocks of ruddy gold And but the pearl's gray luster Ieave you, Tis yours to seek while you are sought t ff V? while you are nPe fr wooiñi, Lest luck's bald hind-head set at naught Ihe clutch of foolB too late pursnlng Spring-time pasBes fleetly, maidene, Bprmg-tinie passes fleetly.