When lions in the deserts quit their prey
And tuneful birds forsake the leafy spray
When fish for land shall leave the watery main
And rivers to their fountains flow again
When spring shall cease the flow'ry bud to shoot
And autumn mild refuse the blushing fruit
Then and then only could my heart refrain
To vent to thee its pleasure and its pain
But even then thou dearest of thy kind
Thy lov'd Idea would engross my mind
Oh Could my anxious heart but once believe
What my vain thought would tempt me to receive
When thy sweet voice with fascinating grace
Almost persuades me I have power to please
But ah so conscious of my own demerit
In contemplating thee I lose my spirit
When I the treasures of thy mind survey
Like Sheba's queen I shrink and dye away.
But if the powers of genius ever heard
A votaries prayer and e'er that prayer prefer'd
On me may wit and elegance bestow
Some emanation bright some softer glow
Some sweet atractive that thy heart may twine
(Stronger than beauty) with each nerve of mine
For oh I find on earth no charms for me
But whats Connected with the thought of thee.