SONG. Eliza Day Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T132359 Daye, Eliza, b. ca. 1734. Poems, on Various Subjects. Liverpool Printed by J. M'Creery 1798 pp. [200]-201. [2],x,[4],258p.; 8°

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SONG . NO constancy here dwells , Upon our earthly ground : But like the merry bells , All have their changes round . To the poor infants cries , Succeeds gay youthful bloom ; Then strength and wisdom rise , Till second childhood come .

No constancy , &c.

And riches make them wings , And take themselves away ; Then friendship from you flings , Nor will a moment stay .

No constancy , &c.

And health that gilds our days , May pallid sickness shade : And while our frame decays , Our pleasures too must fade .

No constancy , &c.

Then should the young sustain , And lend their strength to age ; That they may comfort gain , In life's concluding stage .

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Tho' fickle Fortune frown , Let friends be true and kind ; Lest wealth from them be flown , And they no friendship find . For constancy here never dwells , Upon our earthly ground : But like the merry bells , All have their changes round .