SONG. Ann Batten Cristall 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. T126557 Cristall, Ann Batten. Poetical Sketches by Ann Batten Cristall. London Printed for J. Johnson, St. Paul's Church Yard 1795 pp. 138-142. [14],187,[1]p.; 8⁰.

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SONG . COME , let us dance and sing , While our spirits lightly wing ; Youth's gay fantastic spring Wreathes the mystic bow'rs ! Bend here thy quivering feet , Fancy thy smiles shall greet , Dimples 'mid roses sweet , And fruits with glowing flowers ! Glide along , Join my song , Meet me in the varied throng ; Crown'd with May , Laughing gay , Hailing like a lark the day ! Thus the sweet spring we taste , Ere our genial warmth shall waste , With Nature's blessings grac'd , We sport the hours away . Life's an uncertain joy , Let's the rosy hours employ ; Ere they our powers destroy They shall scatter charms : Grey dawn shall see them rise , Silvering the opening skies , Sparkling with dewy eyes , And blushing spread their arms . Tripping gay , They burst with day , Blazing with a gaudy ray ; 'Midst the bowers Blooming flowers Opening , hail the noontide hours . Then gliding down the hills , Silent eve its dew distils , With rapture each bosom thrills : Night's songstress music pours . Deep then their blush appears , 'Mid their saffron-tinged hairs , Wav'd o'er the rising stars , Dissolving into night . Borne next on Cynthia's horns , Glitering 'mid the lakes and lawns , Elves , sprights , and sylvan fawns , Dance in vapours dight : Nightly beams , Northern gleams , Magic fire through ether streams ; Round the sky The hours fly , Launching to eternity ! Thus ever on the wing , Come , let us dance and sing , Trampling on sorrow's sting , Laughing at each sigh .