What Is Life, When Wanting

I Waive The Quantum O' The Sin, The Hazard Of Concealing; But, Och! It Hardens A' Within, And Petrifies The Feeling!

But Pleasures Are Like Poppies Spread, You Seize The Flower, It's Bloom Is Shed; Or, Like The Snow-fall In The River, A Moment White, Then Melts Forever.

What Is Life, When Wanting Love? Night Without A Morning; Love's The Cloudless Summer Sun, Nature Gay Adorning.

All-cheering Plenty, With Her Flowing Horn, Led Yellow Autumn, Wreath'd With Nodding Corn.

And Wild-scatter'd Cowslips Bedeck The Green Dale.