For ever, since my childish looks

        Could rest on Natures pictured books;

        For ever, since my gue

        Could hemes our bards have sung;

        So long, tness of their singing

        o me a rapture bringing!

        Yet ask me not the reason why

        I    in minstrelsy.

        I kno much whereof I sing,

        Is s for vanishing;

        I kno summers flower and leaf

        And shine and shade are very brief,

        And t t ten, may,

        Before thed in clay! --

        I do not knohe reason why

        I    in minstrelsy.

        A fehere are, whose smile and praise

        My minstrel hope, would kindly raise:

        But, of th may impress

        tness;

        h resign,

        And heed no more a song of mine. --

        Ask not, ask not the reason why

        I    in minstrelsy.

        test song t minstrels sing,

        ill c Joy to tarrying;

        t bay t earth    grow,

        ill ser not in burning woe;

        A t cheer,

        e t aye is dear! --

        Is there, alas! no reason why

        I    in minstrelsy.

        I do not knourf is green

        Be-dropping sheen,

        Yet asks not w deeper hue

        Dots tender leaves renew; --

        And I, like-minded, am tent,

        o my soul is sent,

        to question not the reason why

        I    in minstrelsy.

        Years pass -- my life hem shall pass:

        And soon, t in the grass

        And summer bird, shall louder sing

        trels string.

        Ohe dear and few,

        Recall ruthey knew;

        to question why

        S in minstrelsy!
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