John Wall Callcott - Though from thy bank of velvet torn - текст песни (слова)

To a Violet by Thomas Russell (1762-1788), adapted from first two stanzas
 of “An ein Veilchen” by Christian Felix Weisse (1726-1804)
 Though from thy bank of velvet torn, 
 Hang not, fair flower, thy drooping crest; 
 On Delia's bosom shalt thou find
 A softer sweeter bed of rest. 
 Though from mild Zephyr's kiss no more
 Ambrosial balms thou shalt inhale, 
 Her gentle breath, whene'er she sighs, 
 Shall fan thee with a purer gale. 
 [But thou be grateful for that bliss
 For which in vain a thousand burn, 
 And, as thou stealest sweets from her, 
 Give back thy choicest in return.] 
 Note: lines in square brackets not used in Callcott's setting