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John Wall Callcott
(1766 - 1821)
Are the white hours for ever fled?
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Between 1763 and 1794 Thomas Warren published, through differing publishers, an annual collection of catches, canons and glees, under the aegis of the Catch Club. This item was published in the twenty-ninth collection.
Lyrics: Lucy Aikin
Are the white hours for ever fled,
That us'd to mark the cheerful day?
And ev'ry blooming pleasure dead,
That led th'enraptur'd soul astray?
Too fast, the rosy-footed train,
The best delicious moments pass'd;
Pleasure must now give way to pain,
And grief succeeds to joy at last.
O daughters of eternal Jove,
Return with the returning year!
Bring pleasure back, and smiles and love;
Let blooming love again appear.
Are the white hours for ever fled,
That us'd to mark the cheerful day?
And ev'ry blooming pleasure dead,
That led th'enraptur'd soul astray?
Too fast, the rosy-footed train,
The best delicious moments pass'd;
Pleasure must now give way to pain,
And grief succeeds to joy at last.
O daughters of eternal Jove,
Return with the returning year!
Bring pleasure back, and smiles and love;
Let blooming love again appear.