Song.—The transient time by Louisa Stuart Costello Lyrics

The transient time, for ever past,

How shall I dare review!—

The fatal day we parted last,

And wept out last adieu!

Alas! that day has swell'd to years—

That sorrow to a sea of tears!


I would the mournful thoughts would fly,

Regretted, loved in vain,

Among the dreams of memory

That never come again!—
Would their remembrance might decay,

Swept like the autumn leaves away!