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John Stafford Smith
(1750 - 1836)

Return blest days
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This glee gained a Catch Club prize medal in 1777.
Lyrics: Thomas Percy
Return, blest days, return ye laughing hours,
Which led me up the roseate steep of youth,
Which strew'd my simple path with vernal flow'rs,
And bid me court chaste science and fair truth.
Witness, ye daughters of the year,
If e'er a sigh had learnt to heave my breast,
If e'er my cheek was conscious of a tear,
And robb'd my soul of rest.
So soft, so delicate, so sweet she came,
Youth's damask glow just dawning on her cheek;
I gaz'd, I sigh'd, I caught the flame,
Felt the fond pang, and droop'd with passion weak.
Return, blest days, return ye laughing hours,
Which led me up the roseate steep of youth,
Which strew'd my simple path with vernal flow'rs,
And bid me court chaste science and fair truth.
Witness, ye daughters of the year,
If e'er a sigh had learnt to heave my breast,
If e'er my cheek was conscious of a tear,
And robb'd my soul of rest.
So soft, so delicate, so sweet she came,
Youth's damask glow just dawning on her cheek;
I gaz'd, I sigh'd, I caught the flame,
Felt the fond pang, and droop'd with passion weak.