Do Not Say That Life Is Waning, Or That Hope'S Sweet Day Is Set; While I've Thee And Love Remaining, Life Is In The Horizon Yet. Do Not Think Those Charms Are Flying, Tho' Thy Roses Fade And Fall; Beauty Hath A Grace Undying, Which In Thee Survives Them All. Not For Charms, The Newest, Brightest, That On Other Cheeks May Shine, Would I Change The Least, The Slightest. That Is Lingering Now O'Er Thine.