Come and Pass an Hour With Me

Come and pass an hour with me:

No more blithe summers lie in wait;

Now chance gives way to certain fate.

 

The bloom of youth once blushed so hale,

Now withers into sallow pale.

 

For now my only wish is peace,

And from my weary wars surcease.

 

Come and pass an hour with me--

Now waste is not worth weeping for:

I mourn the passing tide no more.

 

The years that leave me poor and weak

Allow me this one ease I seek.

 

Come and pass an hour with me;

For few and less to us remain.

Look! Even now the moon doth wane.