Samuel Arnold - Solace of life - текст песни (слова)

Solace of life, my sweet companion lyre,
 On this fair poplar bough I'll hang thee high,
 While the gay fields all soft delights inspire,
 And not one cloud deforms the smiling sky.
 
 But see - what sudden gloom obscures the air,
 What falling show'rs impetuous change the day,
 Let's rise my lyre, ah, pleasure false as fair,
 How faithless are thy charms, how short thy stay.