Moral Pieces, in Prose and Verse/The Careless Heart

by Lydia Sigourney

THE CARELESS HEART.

SAY, can'st thou tell me what is like the heart,
That cold and careless ne'er performs its part?

A garden, left neglected, waste, and bare,
Where light the wandering people of the air,
To catch the scattered seed that moulders there.