I. I Dream'D I Lay Where Flowers Were Springing Gaily In The Sunny Beam; List'Ning To The Wild Birds Singing, By A Falling Crystal Stream: Straight The Sky Grew Black And Daring; Thro' The Woods The Whirlwinds Rave; Trees With Aged Arms Were Warring. O'Er The Swelling Drumlie Wave. Ii. Such Was My Life'S Deceitful Morning, Such The Pleasure I Enjoy'D: But Lang Or Noon, Loud Tempests Storming, A' My Flowery Bliss Destroy'D. Tho' Fickle Fortune Has Deceiv'D Me, She Promis'D Fair, And Perform'D But Ill; Of Mony A Joy And Hope Bereav'D Me, I Bear A Heart Shall Support Me Still.